Cadence to This Game

My stance-
Like that
Of a cadenza,
Enacted
And composed
Of a cadence
Contraband.

One stanza
Played scherza,
Then two
To perplex,
The third,
Intended
To vex the audience.

Notes assembled
In treble
To resemble
The shivers
That trigger the trembles,
In measure-
An ensemble.

The bass
Takes its place,
The line drops,
Deep and steep
Like the pressure
At the bottom
Of an arcane lake.

The mid-range
Plays the control,
Stays the same,
Non-sequential-
Yet, as essential
As is the stage set
By the drum roll.

No pages,
Not needed.
My memories,
Will not fade and
If they should then
I’ll start again when
No longer contraband.