Being J.S. Bach

For too few marvelled moments,
my left hand winged the Swell,
and Bach’s angel host—
his Engel Schar—infused
the dark organ loft
with light. Don’t be afraid.
My teacher and I speechless
at what I’d brought about.

I’d often wondered it—
if I could know what Bach
or Jesus, say, knew
for just one day, would I
remember how to be
when I came to myself?
Or would I stay, like Bottom—
Most rare vision!—dream
pleased, my hands again

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Sheryl Loeffler is a Canadian writer and musician. Her poetry has been published in literary magazines in Canada, the USA, the UK, Austria, and Japan. In 2005, she moved to the Mediterranean island of Malta, returning to Canada in 2006. In May 2014, A Land in the Storytelling Sea, her book of poems, prose poems, and photographs born in and about Malta, was published by FARAXA Publishing, Rabat, Malta. She was elected to membership in the League of Canadian Poets in 2015.She was resident at the colony for two months in 2017. She was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2019.

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