The last time I played Schubert's Variations on "Trockne blümen" (Dead Flowers), I was a senior at Oberlin. I couldn't, as my teacher could, recite Baudelaire verses from memory. I hadn't lived in a big city; I had never been in love. Picking this score back up, nearly a decade later, feels something like karma. My original markings are still in my part: the cadenza at the end of the introduction should be "meditative" - but don't push the tempo! Save the air! Use the bridge (code for ring finger of the right hand)! Feel the weight of the appogiatura! (no doubt dashed down from a coaching with M. Debost) The tonalities make more sense now - somehow I can hear, between the staves, the mourning.
One might ask: why, after such time, are you picking it back up?
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