Bach's G Minor Fugue Poem by Tom Billsborough

The tone is dark, insistent.
A stream of water constantly
Encountering dams.
A image of foreboding.
Yet its six beat rhythms
Enter in my soul
And bring out images
Of bridges, waterfalls
That strange continuum of water
Which I love but oddly fear,
Seeking that still pool
Which Bach will not allow,
Wishing to express its energy.
One day I mean to write
A fugue in rhyme
Six minutes long, the time
To correspond with his Great Fugue.
Meanwhile I'll listen
To its flow and measure
Out my plan with care.