>>1965871The enslaved women and male music has an odd sorrow to it. Like something is slipping away from them forever, like they're out in the cold rain, desperately grasping onto any sign of shelter.
There's some kind of grief/yearning codependent pleading, that's expressed through the discordant minor keys.
The free woman's music on the other hand, is rich and warm, like a sunrise. Its complete, feels reassuring and hopeful, like everything's going to be okay.