Rachmaninov's Op. 32, 10 is one of his greatest works, soul-complex and deep, especially to those who find such music irresistibly attractive, despite the journey of bare acridness and desolation through which it takes one. The piece begins with the most mournful calling chords that know they will only be heard by silence. Thus the piece calls back its now faded love-reddened days that would reappear for a sweet time until a powerful descent into the incredibly moving and will-wrought stirrring individuation and conquering of two lovers in their respective isolated time. There seems to be a return of solace, peace, and consolation amidst the ever-present cry. For such poetry to be written in the view of its suffocating-like lament is an achievement of its own. Rachmaninov ends this soul epic most bitterly, but I would impart that such a self-assertion is unreal despite its reception, if I may prune branches that appeared but never were; lying ashes, that would purport to compete with the real truth of the hidden, sunlit rays smiling in the shadows, like a memory from eternity.
...It has been said that Rachmaninov's complete set of 24 Preludes reveal an organic unity of composition, though Rachmaninov never performed the complete set in public. History shall record what wisdom shall prevail in the complete unveiling of these gems of the repertoire.