Why is it that music by dead composers just sounds better?
Maybe it's just my enlightened side talking but, although most of my musical tastes fall towards works composed in the last 30 year, I find that nothing moves me quite same same as Pachelbel's Canon in D Major.
A simple flow, like a stream. Gaining momentum, becomming greater. More Epic. Creating a life of it's own for a few brief, glimmering moments. And then, softly, if billows away back into the recesses of echos, leaving things undisturbed and yet better than they were before.
Perhaps it's compund of age. Maybe, though the rivulets and ravages of time, the bad as been disolved and only the best parts remains. A pure essence of a poets soul. A purity that can only be expressed though music. I can imagine Johann, living his life, softly humming a tune that came to him as he was walking in the market that morning, considering what to do with it. If he had only known the legacy he would inspire.
We all need more of that in out lives.