A line from Johann Sebastian Bach (2)

I drive north. Small towns a-
bound. Nostalgia overtakes
me, but is tempered with
anticipation of what might 

lie ahead. What I am hoping
to find is some place that might 
be the special province of music.
Not as a congregation of strings

& woodwinds, or of majestic ped-
al organs — rather a site where
the sight of the landscape makes
you want to sing along with it.