Eighth Symphony in words, continued


 

Largo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1'

 

 

 

4'

 

 

 

5'

6'

the adverse storm stands before them, aiming them, fire it burns, fire it spurts them out of the ground; they are lost. Senseless, arms outstretched they are looking for a landmark, an obstacle.

Over there, a corpse.

Lying on the earth, chilled, it lets the frost bite it. It is a woman. She has fallen there, exhausted. Her senses, darkened by the haunting sweetness of her dream, sink into the ice.

In her hollowed ribcage, the radiance of a start dispels her bitterness; the acrid humour that oozes from her sets her vessels free.

 The intense sky-blue spirit of her childhood breathes on her, the peaceful sinking feeling leaves her.

 

 

7'

 

 

 

8'

9'

She is restored to life; - but what for?

Breathing reclaims her lungs, expels slowly the stagnating vapours that asphyxiate her.

A stubborn force brings her back to the world. She wants to fade away, like her own relatives. She raises her eyelids, her love is on the way back.

Allegretto, 5th movement

Movements 1, 2, 3, 4, 5