"put forth thy hand and know the place of the nails".
Their Britten was a triumph – with fiendishly difficult staccato passages, celebratory dance music which made us want to stand up and move to the music, and slow celebration of concord –
"Concord, concord and time
Each needeth each;
The ripest fruit hangs where
But only two can reach".
"Genuine poetry," said T S Eliot " can communicate before it is understood."
In this concert, we felt that the Sixteen were communicating through the music at a very deep level and that we were very privileged to have been a witness to their mastery.