The Closing Fugue of Mozart’s Jupiter Symphony
Canons unfold like limpid layers of fat
straining the bodice of this straight-laced
goddess as she bears the symphonic fruit
of her miraculous conception. The brood’s dispensed
with fluid counterpoint from her embryonic theme -
first inverted, then eased outward
with deft, compositional forceps.
Melodic snippets trip on heels of kin.
Interweaving lines knit a warm,
incubating blanket of sound. I swoon from bliss -
as though the proud father of these sextuplets.
And well I know, they’d choke in polyphonic muscle
before completing life’s cycle
were it not for art’s dear sustenance.