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Life is a Fugue
The more I live,
The more I am convinced,
that life is a fugue.
The same theme, subject, melody, adding, subtracting, building
contrasting, adding to itself in myriads of variations.
The Musical Offering, Bach's "Little" Fugue in G minor,
Art of Fugue, My life is among them, a piano melody.
My life contains an exposition, a sequence of episodes and finally a coda.
Themes developed and redeveloped in the keys of English, French, Chinese, and numbers
often countering, harmonizing, forming a pleasing chord.
With a sprinkle of joy I complete my piece.
The more I live,
the more I am convinced,
that life is a fugue.
Life is fractal-like in its intricacy, Mine juggles school, grades, extracurriculars, work
But in the end I see that in all subjects, I thrive to succeed.
I start, I work, I practice, I try, The same questions arrive in my mind
"Why am I here?" and "Why am I doing this?"
The themes, assigned to my mental fingers, do not start simultaneously,
some take priority over others, but they all have an ending note
The subjects all have their highs and lows, but they augment and fulfill each other
Harmonizing and keeping my mental fingers dancing - That is why I play
The more I live,
the more I am convinced,
that life is a fugue.
When I go to class, to marching band, mock trial, math team
I see my friends. I realize that they are the ones that keep me going, motivated, working
they are the theme that keeps my melodies together
like mortar between bricks, space between stars, and trills between notes.
I see fugues in math competitions, in each chord of equations
Each math problem has multiple variables, levels of logic
Each part works out, but the problem is not solved
Until the parts and numbers combine into a final harmony.
The more I live,
the more I am convinced,
that life is a fugue.
They say people are them sum of their parts, they are what they do
I would disagree, as we are all much more.
We are not simply an algebraic sum, but a fugue,
our polythemes resonate, support, and add to each other.
They say life is unpredictable and the only constant is change
I would disagree, each day I feel the same themes
I work to succeed, my life has it's archetypal journey
and to express my journey I compose this poem.
The more I live,
the more I am convinced,
that life is a fugue.
And I am the pianist.
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