Rachmaninov’s (and Böcklin’s) Isle of the Dead

Whenever I listen to this I cannot with how utterly brilliant the piece is. Emotional, raw, deeply felt, dark and light at the same time and so fucking beautiful.
And how both the music and Böcklin’s painting complements each other in a way it is practically unimaginable to think of one without the other.

Each and every time it takes my breath away, squeezes my heart, rather painfully, sends shivers up my spine and gives me goosebumps of a lifetime. Each and every time I fall more and more in love with it and it cannot be helped.