Instrumental

Prelude
"Shadows of shadows passing
It is now 1831
and as always I am absorbed with a delicate thought
It is how poetry has indefinite sensations
to which end music is inessential
Since the comprehension of sweet sound
is our most indefinite conception, music
when combined with a pleasurable idea, i
s poetry. Music without the idea is simply music
Without music or an intriguing idea
colour becomes pallor, man becomes carcase
home becomes catacomb
and the dead are but for a moment motionless. "

Arrival

Intermezzo

Pavane

Fall