Listen there, the overture that speaks of early bloom; This, a music signature that unties all minds in the room. The percussion now to stir spirits high takes us to dancing, now mind to how but fired souls never lie.
In comes the largo next, sad, sweet, and slow. Cheeks, where tears will rest an a sorrow we all know. Adagio to sing passion speaking every mind heart to move this session to the rousing kind,
and there the music leaves but a stinging silence in it's place as each listener grieves every ear reaching for soothing grace. But the music has ceased but the passion there, remains. Think not of what leaves, think of the stirring you have gained.