My stash of organ music has stayed remarkably constant for the past 20 (gasp!) years or so that I’ve been playing the instrument. A few pieces are new, but much of it is old music — inherited from organists now retired, or more likely dead and gone.
The binding is fraying or gone, the covers dog-eared and worn. Yet the music inside works just fine. As I practice and select pieces for upcoming services, I add my notations to those of generations past. I love to look at the fading notes of prior musicians.
And this one — someone played it in 1948, just a few years after WWII ended. And then I see my own notations. When I first played it, my oldest daughter was less than three months old, and although I didn’t know it, in less than a month Princess Diana departed this world. Who could have imagined?
Old Music. Musicians and congregations come and go, yet there’s something comforting in the fact that Mozart and Handel (not to mention the God who inspired them!) still remain …