to Bach’s Chaconne
in the Leon Fleisher
piano version over and over
I do die listening to it a bit
but not before exulting
triumphing sobbing arguing
each time shaken by the authority
of it and stood back up again
in the silence left behind
a whole love fleshed out
in eighteen minutes an inner
and outer life pronounced equal
to our entire musical future
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