It’s always the same, the day after an MWC concert.  I do not seem to be able to settle to anything.  I flit about like a butterfly, alighting here and there, dabbling in this and that, ending the day with a to-do list which is longer that it was at the start of the day.  In the past, I have reflected that it’s a good job that I am not still employed, because any contribution I might make to the corporate cause on such days would be minimal.

And Monday this week was no different.  I suppose that I was basking in the afterglow of such a wonderful concert.  Member after member of the audience spoke of their pleasure at hearing such beautiful music performed with spirit and true feeling.  Some comments focused on the orchestra, some on the soloists – matched musically and temperamentally was one comment – and some on the Choir.  For myself, the highlight of the afternoon was sitting between the sopranos and altos as they encored the second movement of the Bach.  As the dulcet tones of their matching phrases criss-crossed the stage, it felt like sitting in a hot tub, buoyant to the point of being weightless and surrounded by soothing warmth and comfort.  Heaven?  I have no idea, but I hope it’s something like that should I get there.

And that’s only one thing.  Many people put in a lot of effort to produce Sunday’s concert.  The logistics of the show are huge, and it is great that so many people step up and happily help out, as, without that effort, the concerts would not happen.  Maybe the afterglow is not just of the music, but of the satisfaction of working with a team of lovely people to achieve a worthwhile result.