Toccata and Fugue in Dm, BWV 565 by J.S. Bach

In shadows deep, where whispers lie,
A haunting melody fills the sky,
Notes cascade like raindrops fall,
Toccata’s touch upon the soul.

Does what it pleases.

In D minor’s somber key,
Bach’s masterwork sets spirits free,
Organ pipes with solemn breath,
Sing of life, of love, of death.

Fugue arises, voices entwined,
Counterpoint in harmony defined,
A dance of themes, a cosmic play,
Where light and shade in concert sway.

One i can say, one and one is Me.

O Bach, your music timeless soars,
Through vaulted arches, ancient doors,
Echoes linger, ethereal and grand,
In every chord, your genius stands.

Toccata and Fugue, divine embrace,
In each resounding, sacred space,
A symphony of depths profound,
Where Bach’s spirit forever is found.

Bach holds your arms until you feel
his fever___

Through swirling mists of ages past,
This opus holds its spell steadfast,
Bridging realms of earth and sky,
In Bach’s immortal lullaby.

So let the Toccata’s thunder roll,
And Fugue’s intricate whispers extol,
A legacy that shall endure,
Through centuries, steadfast and pure.

So, you must be creative hold me___

In shadows deep, where silence gleams,
Resonates the composer’s dreams,
Toccata and Fugue, eternal flame,
In Bach’s resplendent, timeless name.

As final chords softly fade away,
The spirit of his music will forever sway,
In hearts and minds, a lasting chord,
Of beauty from the keys of our Lord.

:: 04.10.2024 ::