This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Upon hearing such jewel-toned strains of music, spirits could be dancing through the spheres. I have this sense that Rachmaninoff must have loved Schumann a great deal.
There's just something about Schumann's piano music. A something elliptical, gnomic, and a little dark. A something always on the tip of the tongue. I like Rachmaninoff's music a lot, but his music is emotionally gooier than Schumann's more circumspect approach. I don't want to overstate this, because Schumann did convey a lot of feeling in his works. But it was a stranger feeling.
There is a subtlety to the music. Rachmaninoff is like a refuge--I go to his pieces knowing the pathways already. In some of the notes--I can guess the words of the hymns or the hints of the bells they are echoing. This, however, is a Grand Adventure. Schumann is a country I have seen from a distance, perhaps from a train; but not yet explored at close range.
Well, you know, Schumann had all those psychological issues...so that must account... but anyway, I must get this piece so I can play it. I love Rach; don't find his music gooey. Please explain. Cloying, somehow? What?
It's more heart-on-the-sleeve, generally, than Schumann's.
More ringingly obvious, perhaps. I nearly always hear bells in Rachmaninoff.