Sound of Violin

I hear the night of your appalling death In the theme of silent despair your next For worthless life that incident had bet Then seized the light of your musical text. Your crest fallen ghost haunts my sentiment As if telling denouement of unknown And notes unwritten shares an involvement With an instrument death has not yet shown. Now I'm taking an ear feasting revenge To clear the puzzle your death left unsolved; The music you own inspired to avenge My master tenor talent pain absolved. Since its only sounds my ear outmost lean Let me be the heir of your violin.