Frantic and frenetically glides her bow upon the strings:
high-pitched squeals and sharp glissandi, jagged intervals she sings.
Jarring discords wrench the gut, in virtuoso sliding scales,
broken bowstring like a disembodied whiplash cracks a trail.
Piano keys crash louder, faster, dissipating far and wide
energy's percussive spread; unstoppable the music's tide.
Briefly in Adagio, the sounds are softer, slow, sustained,
wailing in appassionato, like her hair, on edge, and splayed.
In amongst atonal crunching, C sharp minor plays a hand:
tragic mood and dark foreboding grip me with an iron band.
Out of comfort zone I'm catapulted with a force so strong –
as the pace accelerates, exhilarates, I'm drawn along
irresistibly: our artist, too, is influenced by this,
sketches at a speed unparalleled; ten pictures capture bliss.
Peter Horsfield 13/11/2014
You will find more recordings of the duo on this link to Sara Cubarsi's website: