This piece evokes such exquisite pain, any soul alive should not be immune to this.
The second movement opens with a sudden swaying melody that seems to rock one to sleeping, but the sudden change in the key throws the listener off-balance, and finds himself in darkness. A voice mutters two syllable any person on earth would recognise: 'ma-mo' that sounds pretty much like 'ma-ma'.
The voice, as if supported by the aurally ever-changing orchestra, then continues rising. Then the swaying, rocking melody, suddenly enters, gently yet firmly, reminding us that the entire piece is not about sadness. It is about reassurance in the darkest hour, hope in the worst moments, freedom where freedom seems impossible. It is about reconciliation with fate and faith, but above all, it is about unconditional love within the worst of moments.
It always has been the music that heals me and tears me apart. It is the music that means everything to me and nothing at all. Don't follow that? That's okay. Neither do I. Good music needs no words.
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