Reflective of the music of Gustav Mahler or Richard Strauss, which dominated the Viennese circles Alma Rosé inhabited.
The final movement is barely a movement at all. It is a dissolution. The piano’s keys begin to stick, the hammers striking strings with less and less conviction. The cello’s bow slows until the individual hairs can be heard gripping the strings. The piece does not end; it stops. It simply runs out of the energy required to continue. It is not a resolution. It is exhaustion. fur alma by miklos steinberg