Einaudi’s journey reaches its end. The embers of the campfire gently
glow, the cold wind sheds its bite, golden butterflies flutter in the
early morning light, the low mist dissolves into memories.
The pianist
performs utterly alone, without strings, on this beautiful seventh and
final volume, as he treads the frozen Bavarian landscape for the last
time.
The music hardly rises above a whisper, piano hammers barely
striking, each movement tranquil, hushed. A closing trilogy of
movements—“Cold Wind Var. 2”, “Low Mist Var. 2” and “Campfire Var.
2”—reflect on the natural world and its fragility as Einaudi descends
back to civilisation once more.
thank you. -a.v.
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