When I listen to music, I find myself regularly turning to the German composer Heinrich Schutz (1585 – 1672) because the music he wrote as he neared, and then entered, his eighties seemed to acquire a dimension that only old age can give. The spirituality of his work, always high, increased. He was as sure of his (Christian) way of seeing the world as his later counterpart, Johann Sebastian Bach, yet somehow simpler. He refined his style of composition in his last three Gospel settings, and then, for his very last work (Opus Ultimum/Schwanengesang), a setting of verses from Psalm 119, he reverted to something like the richness of his earlier Gabrielli-an 0motets. In this late development, going back and going forward became, miraculously, much the same thing.
This is my ideal. A few months ago I added the roar of existence, a novel (of sorts) to my list of books and, more recently, three mini-mags, two focussed on my mother and one given to my father. In writing these three pieces I feel I have made peace with my parents (past) and myself (present and future). Long may this continue!