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I do not know wisdom—leave that to others— I only turn fugitive visions into verse. In each fugitive vision I see worlds, Full of the changing play of rainbows. What are you to me? Written between and , the clarity of its 20 miniatures is in full evidence. Closer to linked verse than haiku, the suite coheres by virtue of its consistent intimacy.

It is, of sorts, an anti-sonata endowed with illustrative prowess, each movement so perfectly flavored that it needs no side dishes: a veritable tapas tasting of thematic subjects, of which only two exceed the two-minute mark. The opening dichotomy sets a tone of blissful regret that, like a pile of shorn wool, is pulled and spun into workable thread.

Internal variations work in such a way that each piece, marked only by its tempo, seems a reflection of the one that precedes and a predictor of the one that follows.

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You may find yourself drawing connections to other composers No. Some, like Nos. Others, like No. And in the twentieth Gourari finds a contemplative doorway waiting for her. One may project any number of scenes onto its imaginary folk setting, but these ears detect a forest of seasons: the wind combing through trees in spring, the fragrant foliage of summer, the decay of autumn, and the whisper of snowfall in winter.

In the opening Allegro and subsequent Scherzo, Gourari is an artful dodger, the adept inhabitant of an otherwise empty castle. She walks through walls and transcends chambers as simply closing the eyes. She pushes through memories of pomp and circumstance, emerging from them trailing a single thread of transcendence, by which she stitches virtuosity to its shadow.

The formidable Largo is a more brooding affair with a funereal quality but sheltering a hope realized in the triumphant Finale before burrowing into the reset of hibernation.