I wasn’t planning on writing so soon, but this sonata has been so profoundly in action that while the memories are fresh I would very much love to share them.
In a way this is the whole POINT of the ‘journey’.
Earlier today I played in a beautiful ‘Slott’ or Castle on a rather time-worn, (in it’s day it would have been very good) large grand piano… A lovely event involving many local people from Ekerö with all sorts of taster sessions for Adult education classes, sheep shearing, lovely art/crafts/scrumptious food etc. It went well and it was so lovely to see some people I had met a couple of weeks earlier at a youth hostel in Rimforsa, but I struggled to warm to the instrument, despite my best intentions..
A lovely friend who had intended to come had missed her lift and so back on Adelsö, in the beautiful church, I played again so that she wouldn’t miss out, only this time on a sweet little Yamaha upright and in a most easy and beautiful acoustic. Just as I was about to start, two lovely young people came in and felt that their very elderly mother (?grandmother) might like to listen. They helped a very frail and pale lady into the old fashioned pews and I briefly mentioned the overall essence of the work as being the triumph of Beethoven’s will over despair.
The music just took off and the “poi a poi di nuovo vivente” seemed to have transferred itself to the radiant glow in this dear lady’s face as she exclaimed “beautiful, beautiful; magnificent!” The colour in her cheeks, and her shining eyes living proof of the power of music to transform.
“Poi a poi di nuovo vivente” or “little by little returning to life” is Beethoven’s instruction as the
inverted, pale fugue weakly re-emerges from the despairing aria to gather momentum and end in a blaze of glory.
I believe it did just that.