He's letting lucifer play him,
lining his frets to light's fingers.
He is a hollow instrument,
for better resonance,
with a hole to let it all out:
the strumming of the same few chords
at a string-straining pace
like machine gun fire.
'Beautiful' would fit this music
only by a stretch. Passionate, certainly,
and capable of rousing quite a chorus
of men and women humming the earworm.
Too distracted to count corpses.