“No one feels another’s grief, no one understands another’s joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by”. I cover my face because how very sad to learn that Franz Schubert once said that. Perhaps it was just his grumble when he felt upset. In truth, history stated that Schubert never gave up shining his cares and loves towards those he knew and loved, throughout his very short life of 31 years. When listening to his Piano Sonata in A major D664, I am moved, especially the Andante movement that I clip here, when Schubert gave glimpses of rainbow amid darkness, a very lyrical, melancholic piece, yet incredibly meditative… If I may add: “When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love”, that probably was the genuine thought of the admirable Schubert.
Well, why did I bury my face in my hands was also when watching the performance of Sviatoslav Richter, his emotion expressed in the music, I feel his misery in Schubert, or rather Schubert’s in him, Richter was so much in it… Not intended for comparison, I also clip below Maria Grinberg’s interpretation, a feminine speech, another style. I equally love it.