Purcell again, and for good reason. If O Solitude is the sound of inward withdrawal, Music for a While feels like the next chamber over: not relief exactly, but enchantment—grief briefly ordered by art. The ground bass keeps returning like a thought you cannot quite dismiss, while the voice moves above it with that distinctly Purcellian mix of poise and ache. Baroque music is often accused of formality; pieces like this remind you that form can be the very thing that lets feeling speak.