What starts as an oscillating figure develops through many other seamlessly woven patterns providing the bed and support for the lines which sets the actual emotional framework. When ready this itself will abandon the motion of the accompanying opening figurations, which so nobly and adequately have completed their task, and take over into its own organic and beautiful story. Or is it a story? Such isolated events can mark the background for one isolated even on which is the whole of triste. Whatever it is, it is perfectly framed in two halves, and altogether seems straight from the heart, candid, intimate. Uniquely one note from you always sounds like you. One note reveals as much as a piano can, something of the heart behind the one who depressed the key sending the hammer into the strings. This is a mystery of mysteries.