The recording refuses to choose between love song and farewell. Inside a symphony of huge forces, this movement keeps only strings and harp — intimacy by subtraction. A harp speaks first, almost like a hand writing; then one long melody passes between violins and cellos, two registers of a single voice. Nothing hurries. The whole movement behaves like a held breath, its swells rising and subsiding as if a thought were being weighed rather than declared, and it ends by letting the final chord thin into silence instead of arriving anywhere. A love song whose tenderness already knows how to say goodbye.