So this is me, all self-indulgent

If that’s where the music wants to head, that’s where I’ll let it head.

And this is now officially the longest original thing I’ve written, clocking in at five pages. Since it’s also vivace, it’s simultaneously the shortest thing I’ve written in terms of time. And I have strong suspicions it’s not even half done.

Still wondering about the triplets in the right hand, though — I don’t want the listener to be thinking, “Stahp. Staaaahp,” while it’s going, but then “Ondine” is covered in blizzards of notes in the right hand, so it’s not the kiss of death at least. I just have to do it well. (Oh, that.)