I should walk around all the time with a Bach soundtrack. I listened to choruses on my walk home yesterday--the first "Kyrie" lasted all the way from my office to the bridge--and on the bus this morning. I get an amazing uplift from the beginning of "Et expecto," and the segue into "Sanctus" is so glorious, so heavenly, so joyful. Perhaps it's that "Sanctus" is when suddenly the chorus goes into six parts, and to set it off, it's all swirling, soaring, spiraling threes.
I've come to realize that while singing is a somatic experience for me, listening is a somatic experience, too.