I associate Da Vinci with symmetrical human constituents,
as I consider Stravinsky and his octotonic passages,
while I infer my death to be one that will be incredible, yet inevitable,
and from my corpse all will find themselves inseparable.
But I fear not, for my troubles may be portrayed in a toy,
or a small magical fellow with the face of a boy.
However an elf may not suffice to explain my depart,
(but a bleeding heart, yes) of where stand here we,
to a place unknown by all ma