I will jot down some momentum feel about this another great masterpiece of Chopin. Beginning with a soothing tone of dextrous mixture of strings and pipes, we only hear the entrance of piano after some patience. It didn’t enter with flamboyancy, rather only a tint of carefreeness and reminiscence. The orchestral companiment is as usual pretty bland, merely paraphrasing the main melody. And yet somehow as a "seasoned" composer myself I understand the difficulty to sprinkle ingenuity in minutia like the background voices.
A brief moment of retardation and silence kicks, ensued with somewhat more brisk proceeding of the piano, who, as if resuscitated by the breeze of spring, felt the need to skipped a bit and move into the mainstream of the season. The background now really gives the contrast of a compound melody (forgot the technical term). Then the piano becomes even more ponylike (word), and starts to sound like a pond of lake, as if suddenly the green of grassland has turned into the blue of the ocean, which gradually precipitates into the real wavy scene as one often witnesses on a ship.
Maybe someday industrial revolution began, and one remotely hears the chuckling of railway locomotives with a tint of oriental mysticism as is common in arabic music. The piano revolted vehemently, like a beast coming out of his hibernation. The release of such puissant energy was followed immediately by the melancholy of a typical russian air, although still resilient enough to place the threat on the ruthless human intrusion into the nature. But it simply gets more and more regretful and tearful perhaps, until a moment when the piano seems to regain its confidence in the world of change, and starts to jive with the history. Or it might simply be the mortal demise and ascension to the state of spiritual liberation. No one can really tell how the composer was thinking at the time. My favorite instant came when a familiar tune followed immediately after a trough of volume. The Piano seems to burst out its last drop of energy and ingenuity. He/She accidentally played an accidental wrong (on purpose of course), but it only rang the spirit of rhapsody. The whole melody here doesn’t seem to be typical for piano, but rather maybe like a great theme in a symphony. Although the piano does make it sound much more pristine and fresh. It shows how magnanimous Chopin was when it comes to exploiting his melody weaving skill. He simply had too much of it that any opportunity of decorating his music with some of those divine tunes gets instantly materialized. By the way, the familiarity of the climatic theme was due to Tchaikovsky’s 1st piano concerto 3rd movement. No doubt everyone is more familiar with the latter, hence tend to discredit Chopin for unacknowledged borowing. That simply shows how prejudiced we are when it comes to judging things based on how familiar we are with them.