Fortepiano, a prize

Black keys on white, this grand fortepiano,

The Mad Musician, Mr James Crescendo.

Lilac haired girl, she’s not skipping a beat,

A hopeful student, Miss Adeline Sweet.

Cold blueberries, chills down spine,

Not like the others, why won’t she be mine?

How she plays and how she speaks,

How she looks and how she seeks.

Despite similar ages, a student and teacher,

Illegal to act, or be viewed like some creature.

A dangerous tale, one of music and stigma,

But the ending unknown, an unanswered enigma.