In Which Bach Inspires Me

I’ve been working on some Bach, lately, namely the D Minor Cello Suite. In fact, I have a *virtual* recital today, and I’m playing the Allemande, Courante, and Sarabande from the D Minor Suite.

And I gotta say, Bach inspires me. A lot.

As I’ve been playing and rehearsing these three movements, my imagination has been working, and a story formed in my mind. I just love how certain music can inspire stories!

I really want to portray a story and some sort of meaning into my playing, and I thought writing out the story as if flowed from the music, would help do just that.

I thought I’d share the story here, for you to read, and perhaps to help you appreciate Bach (who is probably my favorite composer).

It really helps if you listen to the music as, before, or after you read the story, to understand it best. I would recommend the recording by the Netherlands Bach Society here. The Allemande is at 4:56, the Courante at 8:53, and the Sarabande at 10:45.

Without further ado, here is the short story I wrote!

A Short story based on three movements of the Bach D Minor Cello Suite


She stared out the window, a hint of sadness touching her heart. They were here. They were home. Now she had forever with her husband, until death do us part. But what if death came sooner than they expected?

Amidst the horrifying news of war and Nazis, there was a sort of unnatural peace about her new home. One moment a glimpse of the newspaper would send her heart beating a little faster than normal, another moment there was nothing to fear: she was in his arms and he was in hers.

But what if the drafts really happened? What if Caleb was sent away never to come back?

And yet still, remained that strange peace. Life went on, and for now she had hope.


Sarah could barely keep track of time. Caleb, the love of her life, was leaving tomorrow. He promised to come back, but something countered the reassurance, a voice saying that he couldn’t possibly control whether he died in the war. Unknowns spiraled in the back of her mind.

But time wouldn’t stop—he was leaving, he was gone, she was alone. It all went so fast, she couldn’t even wrap her head around it.

Time went even faster for Caleb. He trained hard, pressed on, kept going. Before he knew it, he was headed to war as a trained soldier, but truth be told, he hardly felt prepared at all. With his first taste of war, he began to doubt he could keep his promise to Sarah, and he feared he might never come home alive at all.

But through the chaos and doubts, he fought. He struggled forward against the enemy, badly hurt, but still fighting. Until finally, one day, he fell down unconscious, trodden underfoot by soldiers on both sides.


Sarah stood once again by the window, tears glistening her face. I will be brave, I must be brave.

Lost in action. The words were imprinted on her mind, flowing with fear and hope through her grief.

He wasn’t dead. Or at least, there was a possibility he wasn’t dead. But he was alone, and lost, perhaps surrounded by the enemy.

The tears didn’t come out in sobs or heaves. They simply streamed slowly down her face. Her pain was too deep for that. And perhaps it was too hopeful.

Because she would hope. And she would pray.

He’s never coming back, you’ll never see him again… a despairing voice echoed through her head.

Sarah lifted her chin up with silent determination. I will be brave. I will hope.

The tears kept streaming.

She wasn’t alone in her grief, it was true. But it almost made her heart ache more. How many women, full of hopes and dreams, had men out there? How many had been told as she had that their loved one was “Lost in Action”?

And all she could do was sit here and wait, hoping, fearing, praying, and waiting some more. Waiting with a heavy heart.

I hope you enjoyed it! I don’t really have any experience writing World War II fiction, but this is what came to me as I played!

“For we through the Spirit, by faith, are waiting for the hope of righteousness.”

-Galatians 5:5 (NASB)

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