
I listen to choirs sing in Latin. Hymns. Requiems. Music written for kings, and for Mass, and for everyone. I listen, and I understand every word, even though I don’t understand a word. They reach a place deep inside of … Continue reading
I listen to choirs sing in Latin. Hymns. Requiems. Music written for kings, and for Mass, and for everyone. I listen, and I understand every word, even though I don’t understand a word. They reach a place deep inside of … Continue reading