A language for the ages

In the old South Chapel, amidst its stony walls and stained glass windows, and engulfed in the soft glow of candlelight, we witnessed hauntingly beautiful ancient music from the depths of Anatolia, Greece, Turkey, Palestine. Like people have evolved through migration, so has music. The same song takes on different textures as it makes its passage through different cultures. Yet the essence remains the same.

Music that spake of ages gone by, and the passage of people, cultures and generations. Music that had roots and yet had wings. Roots so deep we could only get a glimpse of its origins. And wings so wide that it could tug at hearts in every corner of the world.