Elise, for whom this sonata was written Lies cold and buried in a crypt of her own making But what can you say about someone So stifled by her life that even when breathing, she was barely alive? Elise, for you there was once admiration Turned dark and perverse by the choices you didn’t dare make How did it make you feel, to be who you should have, and not who you could? For Elise, you’ve broken the world’s order