The Virtuoso

The Virtuoso:

(A Sonnet)

Jesse was a child of wand'ring sorrow.
At six he learned how to play the piano.
He struck the keys and he began dreaming.
Black and white keys inside his own cunning.
He played the music of love and hatred.
He was the music of sepulchral dread.
He pondered of love that never could be.
Love had he left behind sweet irony.
Jesse held a gun within his own grip.
He killed himself and his soul flew adrift.
Music played still with the blood-stained piano.
The music was played by virtuoso.
Jesse did not die because of music.
He died of finding... love he couldn't seek.