¹ al rigo 17, sopra la pausa di minima. While this measure is not played, set water to boil. Keep the score open on the stand; let your eye stay on the staff as if something were coming. The kettle’s rising whine is the only voice in the movement — bring it up slowly, the way the hairpin above asks, from nothing toward a pitch you did not choose. Lift it off the heat the moment before the whistle, on a count you keep in your head and lose. If you mistime it and the whistle sounds, that is the fortissimo; forgive yourself; it was always going to arrive. Then pour, and return your eyes to bar 18, where the silence resumes diminuendo, and the tea goes cold beside the music that is still not being played.