Wolferl in Rome, 1770

Geniuses are the luckiest of mortals . . .
                     —W. H. Auden

Certainly you want it, but that’s the point:
you love it, it has mastered you. And you’re here
in this chapel to submit, adoring, passionate.

You can’t help it if the notes seep into your brain,
soak your memory without asking, make a map
of themselves, if the music just imprints itself