Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Victor Hugo

I went to the church this morning to practice the organ but when I got there, there were cars in front of the church ( which there very rarely are) and when I walked in I could hear music.
The chapel was empty but I couldn't practice because it would disturb this meeting. There was a small group of Polynesian members in the cultural hall for a funeral. I had to just stop and listen. I almost felt like an intruder but I couldn't stop listening. The small group was singing a Polynesian song, the lyrics of which I could not understand, but of the feeling I could. It was amazingly beautiful, I mean really hauntingly beautiful. You would have thought there were hundreds singing, but in actuality there were very few. They sang with gusto, in complete and beautiful harmony and pitch. I was in jeans so slipped out the back , but if I had been wearing a dress, I think I would have just sat in as an observer. Oh the joy of music.