Brexit Sonnet No. 110 – ‘Thus ends the slowest movement’

Thus ends the slowest movement; this Valse Triste.
A melancholy pianissimo,
A mournful end to this part of bigger piece,
And now for final movement – Con fuoco tempo!
So clear your throat and button back your ears,
Expect more from this, our orchestral score.
Our programme promises Presto and joyous tears,
A triple f, the brass and drums will roar.
The strings will soar, majestic to the skies,
Our Cor Anglais and French Horn unite in song,
And all unite to dispel those fractured lies,
Of this sad cadence that’s just gone.
Our European movement does not die,
It’s ode to joyful joy we’ll proudly cry.

©Keith Murphy