By Jean Sibelius is what I’ve been playing on the piano recently. My dad asked me why I liked it. Which was a good question I’d never thought about it before.
I like the part where a fermata hovers boldly over a bar. Fermatas mean hold longer than normal–it’s at the player’s discretion. But this fermata is over a bar–a moment of pause. So we sit in silence for an indeterminate amount of time. However long I want.
Then there’s the ascending, dissonant octaves. A more disciplined pianist might be able to count on it, but I cannot. I’ll either make it, flawlessly, but just by the skin of my teeth. Or I’ll end in cacophonous collapse. Just depends on the luck of the day.