Sonnet Pathetique
Why so sad Peter Ilyich? Such melancholy strife!
What is the tragic loss for which you grieve
An unforgot dark chapter in your life
So you must wear your heart upon your sleeve
That noble face that should exult your art
Betrays a tortured soul unversed with joy
In your music, minor key takes greater part
Do you fear that signs of happiness would cloy
Yet oft, light breaks the gloom of your dark dimension
The penumbra, pierced by ray of bliss, dispersed
And we discern the genius of your invention
Who bless the day you on this world emerged
That in our hearts it should have given gladness
For such sublime, exquisite beautiful sadness