A late-morning coffee at the Cathedral of Light with a grandmaster of organ music – Jan Vermeire . To be still, inside the heart of an organ, and to absorb Chopin. To be ropewalking high above the altar, hearing one’s heart’s dance. The article I’m going to write about this magic afternoon will be published in December. Now, the poem impression. *** The heart of a church organ Gives up its secrets, When the organist places the score On a panel Above the manual, And blends into a butterfly. His wings kiss the keys In fatal tenderness, They flap Exasperating the patience Of a giant but gentle whale – The pipe instrument. Cascades of memories and arpeggios Arrest my lungs. The outcome is love. Jaw-to-jaw with one’s heart – Inside the organ, High-above the church altar, To pronounce rich loud ‘Ahhhhhhhh’… So loud that it fills the entire Koksijde. Now and forever-more, To remain Undisturbed For another 10 centuries. Litres of blood pump through the veins, Partituras of love run in the whale. 3 keyboards and 43 stops To heaven! A flight of steep and narrow stairs To the tangible but evaporating With every played note Happiness. Listened and heard I was, Listen, and here I am, to float along the fragrant valleys of sand, along the banks of two sparkling Swan Lakes- the eyes as black as this motionless Oak Moon night.