Paraprosdokian, or is it?

During the nastiest storm,

even the mightiest tree might be uprooted.

The grass around turns greener.

 

On James Rhodes

Every sinew in his arms and fingers, and every cell

are straining to create those exploding notes.

They are exalted, and let free 

into the farthest dimensions of the universe

in the splendor of that music.