Bach pads around the house

on all his thousand feet,

all the walls & floors his scores,

the ceilings his overarching structures;

the rooms' volume his breaking point;

his Wohltemperierte Clavier

dizzyingly crisscrossed termite mounds;

his sonatas & partitas

bloody suicide scalpels

against a cloudless sky;

his organ works

heavy wheel loaders & relentless forestry machines

that sometimes humble themselves for appearance's sake