The Solo Performer

Light dims down to semidarkness And we wrinkle our eye corners Our cloudy vision through a billowy Dusty curtain picks the figures shadowy The performer begins biting the bass No accompaniments. His own' super-cell' harmony Very conceited the performer overdoes becoming gloomy And the concert cracks along the octaves With the burbling sound of notes Unbalanced, lo, he becomes angry And now with dismantled beats and bangs The performer kicks, rolls, and scrolls Sounding screaming, crackling, creaky, croaky With all that improper concerto music squawky Toppling you and me in thundery shivers Everything getting topped up in swirls Yelling 'tornado tornado'and falling on each other We run away from that killer twister Guarding ourselves from that shearing windstorm