The strings play a melody from the shy corners of the dance floor.The brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, are free at last, yet their steps are insecure. One by one the bonds of oppression are let loose and the sovereign music runs with more liberty thought the stiff bodies that seem unaware of the mimicry they play towards the beat. The Father speaks through the same device and tone that kept them captive, but now the message is of hope.
Brilliant piece, measured and just. Balanced, never arrogant or too bold. Oddly sad, and yet comforting.