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Sforzando

  Sforzando (in music, Italian): played with a prominent stress or accent- used as a direction in music “I am not the languid legato- Played swiftly and in ballet-like grace- I am not the crisp, aloof staccato- The tangent cut against the circle of a tune, Sharp, patent, chivvying the other notes To be bolder- I am not the stern tenuto- Making appearances at the end of musical phrases- I am not the wistful tremolo- nor the bristling trill- Each blending into the magic of the tune With unparalleled subtlety- innocuous, smooth, Blending into every fiber with poise… I may be an outsider; who would say that I belong- An outsider, imposter, traitor, and rebel- yes, I am All of these things- I arrive with a bang Depart with a smash- I hoodwink you I play you… you may call me vindictive, Un-abiding and a transgressor. I don’t conform, I don’t submit, I exist, I am, I shine, I disregard The other entities that precede, And follow me- my fellow musica...

At First Sight

Golden halos graze lavender breezes Fresh marigold blooms caress verdant tresses.. Rose-sprays engulf cherry-blossoms Soothing lilts in familiar tones traipse in traces.. The ground shakes, crumbles, folds, And peels into seams barricading  Heaven from the Underworld. The skies from the undergrowth. The ventured from the unknown. I feel anticipation throb against my chest- Pain pelting my heart, horror seizing my mind- The charm of the face, the charisma of the gait, Lend the atmosphere an uncanny poignancy... Ripe yodels seize the air, elegant tunes rent the breeze Warmth embraces me amidst a chill storm Like sun dappling in unseen corners on hidden  Mosses, lichen, mistletoe. My eyes are rapt My gaze intrepid, unwavering, dazed. Violas and banjos, guitars and cellos,  Pluck at my heart-strings, rattle my bones, Only to tune them to their synchronous frequency. I clasp the nearest object, I am now enamored. Multiple motifs creep stealthily into unwatched corners Of my be...