My Last Duchess-Music Vernacular

That's my last Duchess, composed on the wall
As if she were still playing, I sing
That musical piece, a wonder now
Fra Pandolf worked on her each day
They would ask, what song put that
look on her visage?
Her genre was that of a sing along
Whatever had an upbeat rhythm would
make her heart beat faster.
She tired of that old note, that had
been around for ages, a classic.
She longed for something fresh, a new hip hop beat.
The way you sing is much more graceful,
for I have no grace in my voice.
She would edit and revise me.
I was not yet good enough to be played for other ears.
Sure the symphony made her hum, but could not make her dance.
I ejected that acoustic song, all her dancing stopped.
Now let's go down, it's time for a new tune.
See how I can control the radio?