I know it must have something to do
††††††††††† with the counterpoint,
the separate strands of melody interweaving,
the simultaneous motions, nimble as
††††††††††† multiple mice running mazes.
Why she likes this, I can guess
because I, myself, have a thing for toccatas.
While she listens, her ears perk up
††††††††††† and twitch,
whether itís harpsichord or organ
or Frescobaldi played on a small string band.
And, yes, sheíll also chase a small piece of string,
pursuing and pouncing on the wriggling
††††††††††† tail end
as if it were a snake or an escaping strand
She likes plain fugues and canons less
for reasons Iím not quite sure≠
except that I, myself, also prefer toccatas
†††††† †††††to fugues or canons.
Sometimes, for a really good toccata≠
††††††††††† by Boellmann, Bach, or Gigout≠
I turn the volume way up,
and even the spiders seem to enjoy it,
up in the corners of the room
where they weave their webs of fine-spun silk
while the tip of the catís tail rises and falls,
††††††††††† rises and falls,
sinuous as a conductorís baton.