This poem appears in the Spring 2015 issue of Modern Age. To subscribe now, go here.   Once more, painfully, he lifts his arms  And lets them fall as if uncertain about tomorrow.  How do the fingers remember, the feet pedaling,  Crossing one over the other, keys and stops,  Hoarse alto chuff, bass bravado, … Continue reading Lament of the Organist of the Abbey of Gethsemani