(perhaps because you were too much for your own body to handle!)
they called you many things beauty, devil, and a poet. but you only wanted thing— to be a musician of fine arts to leave your handprint on the world the ***** and the girls! oh my! what a world!
angelus dulce! hear my call! sole lover of my house and heart! i do regret to inform you all ‘‘twas more than the song of angels and saints that tore us apart.
(i dare to say that some days i still hear him sing)