Today the first box of piano music that had been stored at my parents’ homes came in the mail. In it I found some of my favourite Henle Edition books. Dad chose well: Chopin, Haydn, Czerny, Debussy, and Brahms. And the man who dwarfs them all: Bach.
I can wait forever for Beethoven if I have you.
Oh, Bach . . . I have pined for you for so, so long. I missed you so much. I love your preludes, I love your fugues, I’ve played through nearly half of them while I was supposed to be getting supper ready. I’ll try to wait until tomorrow for the English Suites, but the night is young and I know better to make promises I can’t keep.