DIE KUNST DER FUGE (THE ART OF FUGUE)

DIE KUNST DER FUGE (THE ART OF FUGUE)

 

Disrobed, naked morning

gulps liquid light;

pale earth inhales

the dewy green;

soft notes vault through air.

 

Adrift, Bach's virtuoso craft,

fleet of careless butterflies,

bright hued melodies

in yellow's vibrant spell.

 

Alabaster columns,

marble temples

in the cerulean sky -

spirit’s steep ascent,

hypnotic rhythm,

recurrent breeze,

life's pungent incense

anoints the early mist.

 

Filigree of moss coats death;

rotted trees birth elliptic ferns.

In emerald fusion,

thick veins course through

bladed plant and leaf.

Painted wing's orchestra,

tapestry of busy joy,

themes sung in joyful rounds.

Bright, bold Helios has seized the day.

 

How do we taste elusive truth,

a bulb’s flash, time capsule -

portrait of some mystic monk,

Sufi swirls on desert sand?

An alliance forms; currents

converge, seek their fount.

Each dream-like notion melts into the next.

 

Forever appears likely

in the art of fugue.