Yes, it sometimes was like that

As I contemplate my last Sunday in the church job that I've had for 12 years, I was reading the notes for William Bolcom's Songs of Innocence and Experience, where I read:

In the chorus of a St Matthew Passion performance when a student in Seattle, I experienced a deep feeling of oneness with the whole community of musicians onstage that permeated my soul; we were singers and instrumentalists, each from different disciplines, brought spiritually together by Bach’s music.

It wasn't always like that, but sometimes it was. And when it was, I remembered why I was a musician.