Hi pianistimo,
Nice to see you back!
I have to say, that when you look at the score of "Melancolie", you'd swear it was medium difficulty--until you try to play it! It's funny, because I have played in front of some really large audiences in the past without much nervousness. But put me in front of a microphone (or at my house, three microphones), and I really get uptight. I did at least three or four takes on "Melancolie" before choosing the once I thought did most justice to the piece. Today, I practiced it intensely, but as I shifted from practice into performance and recording mode, it just wasn't working right for me (or maybe I wasn't working right for the piece). So after a few attempts I gave up on it, and will try again later in the week.
I believe that my reference to Brahmsian notation was defendable. Oftentimes his notation "comes out of the octave" to the point of being awkward writing in my opinion, causing the pianist to scramble to articulate it well. To make matters even more complicated, Brahms often thought orchestrally rather than pianistically (despite his being a fine pianist in his earlier days), causing the pianist even more technical headaches. I don't play much Brahms anymore, as his writing and its articulation just don't feel natural to me, and gives me fits!

But I'm in good company. Even Horowitz used to say that he was not on good terms with Brahms. Well, Poulenc can have you all over the keyboard too. His music does present its difficult moments. And I do have larger hands and longer fingers.
To do justice to Poulenc, I fully intend to submit an improved performance, so it will happen. But I'm so glad you enjoyed listening to the one that's here for the time being. And I appreciated your compliments!

I too love Scriabin. In the near future I'll tackle his Prelude Op. 33, No. 7--what an extraordinarily gorgeous piece! Wait till you hear it. I think the secret to playing his repertoire (but the modernists here will take extreme issue with me) is to stay within Opuses 1 to 60 or so. Much beyond that, you enter the realm of Scriabin's mysticism, which strikes me as weird, so I don't enjoy that later repertoire nearly as much. But that's just me.