When I listen to a harpsichord

            Play Bach

            I hear the creaking of a hull

            That’s moored and cries

            With every swell and breeze

            For distant shores and seas

            And, honestly, I can’t imagine

            That Johann Sebastian 

            If implored 

            Would hesitate to let his Goldberg Variations shock

            Or the Well-Tempered Clavier transport me

            To the oceans and the skies

            On the incomparable

            Pianoforte