(1) Prelude

"Shadows of shadows passing. It is now 1831, and as always I am absorbed
with a delicate thought. It is how poetry has indefinite sensations, to
which end music is inessential. Since the comprehension of sweet sound
is our most indefinite conception, music, when combined with a
pleasurable idea, is poetry. Music without the idea is simply music.
Without music or an intriguing idea, colour becomes pallor, man becomes
carcass, home becomes catacomb, and the dead are but for a moment
motionless."

(II) Arrival
(III) Intermezzo
(IV) Pavane
(V) Fall