These days, we're all humming it as we go about our activities, and, occasionally, I'll hear a teenager's tenor voice sing out a single word, "Mors!", his right hand raised in a theatrical gesture (didn't I always tell them that Latin would come in handy?). It's the music from the Requiem by Verdi, which my sister's choir performed just before Easter.
(photos taken during rehersal)
As I was sitting with my family and my niece in the church of San Francesco in Prato, crowded with a surprising number of people who'd come for the concert, observing my boys and all those present deeply absorbed by the music, at that moment in time it seemed to me that of all manmade things, this one that can't be touched nor seen, that can be experienced only by one of the five senses really, music, is the most involving on all levels.