Cadenziquill in Bmin (vintaginal)

Well it seems your quill is alone rather a lot, of late. The silver lining - and surely it has to be a trick of the light, that shimmer on things, redoubtably more mercurial than arg-arg-argentic - is time freely spend a-practicin’, and even the cloud casts a pleasant sort of shade.

{sigh} What bittersweet caprices your poor quill does enjoy, these lonesome summer days …

You may appreciate the fine, vintage-like sonority of the set-up - or it may be brittle to your ear. In any case, ’tis. Go on, now, have a laugh, then. I shall!