on bach

a point in time and
the sound between spaces,
talking blissful bach.
is my heart a strumming
string, running
stream of conscious
nests summed up
by a sonata? so
so familiar, as if
i was born to be
this emotion, a
motion within
a moment, swimming
an ocean of
sensation.

to be me, and only.
me? i mean, time
will tell whether
or not
i can tell you
whither i will
find my
self when
forever is ever
gonna become
something other
than never. mind
you, this is only
metaphor. a figure
of speech, and
i sculpt them,
literally.

a claret reality,
the viticulture of a
cello, sweet
surrender. i am sure
of this. wine and wonder,
under a spell, out
on a limb, oh
how the notes
are hints at a taste
of divinity! so
much to live for,
such savor and succor.
my heart thrums, rhythms
to rhyme for, such bliss
to die for. oh
bach, you beautify my
melancholy.