Valse Triste by Sibelius in his own piano arrangement скачать в хорошем качестве

Valse Triste by Sibelius in his own piano arrangement

I was rummaging through my music library and came across this piano piece - one I didn't know I had and it looked interesting (in other words, I thought it didn't look difficult). There are a number of performances of this work on YouTube, and the interpretations are very different. There is a very interesting lecture by Michel Dalberto on interpreting this piano work. His complete is there too (Pianiste No 109). There is a very different, yet lovely performance by P Barton there too. I spent a long time trying different styles - some along Michel's interpretation, but in the end I didn't think his interpretation was quite for my taste, although I created a performance a bit like his. After many hours of learning to play this work (the hardest bit was remembering the right notes on the penultimate page, but Michel gave some good advice about this bit too) I settled on this performance. I hope you enjoy it! About the piece: This is one of the most popular of the Finnish master’s lesser compositions. It is one number from the incidental music to a drama written by the composer’s gifted brother-in-law, Arvid Järnefelt, entitled “Kuolema” (“Death.”) The Valse Triste has a programme which accounts for the yearning and shuddering sadness of the music. It is night. The son who has been watching by the bedside of his sick mother has fallen asleep from sheer weariness. Gradually a ruddy light is reflected through the room; there is a sound of distant music; the glow and the music steal nearer until the strains of a valse melody float distinctly to our ears. The sleeping mother awakens, rises from her bed, and in her long white garment, which takes the semblance of a ball-dress, begins to move slowly and silently to and fro. She waves her hands, and beckons in time to the music, as though she were summoning a crowd of invisible guests. And now they appear, these strange visionary couples, turning and gliding to an unearthly valse rhythm. The dying woman mingles with the dancers, she strives to make them look into her eyes, but the shadowy guests one and all seem to avoid her glance. Then she sinks exhausted on her couch, and the music breaks off. But presently she gathers all her strength, and invokes the dance once again with more energetic gestures than before. Back come the shadowy dancers, gyrating in a wild, mad rhythm. The weird gaiety reaches a climax; there is a knock at the door, which flies wide open; the mother utters a despairing cry; the spectral guests vanish; the music dies away, Death stands on the threshold. (Notes taken from the back of my music score, written by Rosa Newmarch).