Amidst these grayscale skeletons
the mysteries of life are
solvable
Entwining voices, produced of
searching fingers,
dancing, inextricable
Counterpoint and
imitation, sequences
up and
down;
modulations,
stretto,
Tierce de
Picardie
Predictable,
inexplicable!
A mortal
who,
inspired by some grand
device
set forth these
mystic harmonies and
countersubjects
How small we
are,
fumbling with a simple
fugue, one
of a
lethal oeuvre
none can quite
explain!
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
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One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to Praise.
- Emily Dickinson