Requiem for a Life Stolen

Wolfie, unsparing worker of the night
You turned six, there was no magical ring
Using sharps and flats you were the music knight
Who kept away from the shadow of sin
You, who'll always be the prince of profane
Play a minuet and lead me to your heart
Shedding all the notes from your mother's vein
Suffering her death while I fell apart
My son, God Loved, while you felt death's cold
We cursed this life that will remain in your debt
But happily, all the compositions from your heart of gold
Will reminisce over you, even if your hand is dead
On a leaden afternoon, perhaps, guided by your music scent
We will understand, all the children to this world you have sent.