Allegro
Crystal decanter, wine in a glass.
Tabletop woodwinds court candlestick brass.
Fine sterling service, stems in a vase.
High-tone enamel meets low double bass.
Pale yellow roses, peaches and grapes.
Clarinet colors tint saxophone shapes.
Citrus in concert, lemon and lime.
Echoes of summer in three-quarter time.
Adagio
There are brazen implications
In these muted, pulsing horns.
The strings are thick and creamy.
The bass line’s strewn with thorns.
Scherzo
Nail-tap percussion, tremolo drill.
Twelve o’clock whistle sounds cranky and shrill.
Shipping yard sunlight, loading dock shade.
Forklift holds pallet in mid-serenade.
Mustard-stained napkin, Styrofoam cup.
Strains of a power saw being tuned up,
Baritone belt sander wailing away.
White glove allegro turned grease monkey gray.
Rondo
Without darkness, there could be no light.
The sun would rise unnoticed.
Without silence, there could be no song
From either bird or locust.
Without winter, there could be no spring.
No flowers for your lover.
Without music, there could be no art.
They flatter one another.
Categories:
scherzo, art, music,
Form: Lyric
I am attracted by
Virtuous notes
A capable sound
From a Steinway & Sons grand piano
A mighty orchestra
Unknown melodies
A child prodigy at the keyboard
A Gift of Peace
The hammer that strikes golden strings
Of a grand piano.
Bravo. Hurrah.
A Laurel, a performance hardly heard
Attentive spectators rejoice
The vaults of the concert hall
Reflect corpulent sounds
Gershwin’s Allegro or Lento
'Scherzo Con Brio' without hardship
The child pianist
That angels also listen
Of a talent that inebriates like wine
And the key to a distant remembrance
It is now a choral
Then a horn sound
Of at an Imperial Andante
Then the violins all around
Fiery Rondo. Dreamy adages.
Arpeggio and a madrigal
Finally, the Grand Finale
Without hesitation
Categories:
scherzo, beauty, emotions, music, passion,
Form: Free verse
trying to keep
an adagio beat
with my heart
and my feet
but modern day
technology has
me skitzo in a
scherzo only
wanting to
share my
thematic
views with
you and my
attitude has
become some
what ugly as i
try the tempo to
slow down even
slower then what
you make my
heart beat but
there is a true
challenge to
keep my rhythm
at a given speed
when i see you
i want to
rabbit
Categories:
scherzo, muse,
Form: I do not know?
When I see her,
My heart is a symphony
Playing a scherzo
For her and for her alone.
Ah my love, she has the tools
To pick the lock of the chains
That I had placed around my heart.
Categories:
scherzo, love, music,
Form: Free verse
here
are those
whose bones inhabit clothes
and muscles feed on flesh
except for mine —
here in concrete and florescent light
between closing walls and slamming locks
where the doors bear names
and all things soft and sensuous
are excluded
and nourishment so circumscribed
it’s turned to medicine
and even sleep is rationed
and even the sun shines just
one hour per day
men here
some with hearts of porphyry
but more with hearts all made of bruises
and men whose hearts beat scherzo time
to mock the waltzing world
men more varied
than all the work-day men
who stumbled into power’s ken
and there must bide
sharing time to kill their numbers
where solo time is hard —
here
in jail
serving to remind the rest
that freedom’s theirs who use it less
Categories:
scherzo, prison,
Form: Free verse
Waterfall gushing
on moss-covered rocks, breaking
up a bluish shine;
tree dangling from wet boulder
crushes the ginger,
to deplete it of its light...
Waterfall playing
a scherzo, ever grant me
this sweet symphony...
Entered in Raul Moreno's contest, "Rhythm of the falls"
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
scherzo, nature, peace, places, sea,
Form: Haiku
The music laughs
piano thoughts
the tiny bird alive you caught
skitters wild across the keys
I hide within your satin sleeves
crepe and crinkled fragile soul
crescendoes gather and enfold
mesmerize me and infuse
a scherzo written by a muse
Categories:
scherzo, music,
Form: Couplet