How Does The Soundtrack Enhance The Tale Of Princess Kaguya?

The music in 'The Tale of the Princess Kaguya' feels like wind through paper — fragile, surprising, and somehow insistently honest. When I first watched it late one rainy night, the soundtrack wrapped around the watercolor frames and held my attention in a way that dialogue alone never could. Joe Hisaishi’s score isn’t there to grandstand; it acts like a second narrator, gently nudging you toward feelings the visuals imply but don’t always state outright. Sparse piano lines, breathy textures, and occasional strings create a palette that mirrors the film’s hand-drawn, ephemeral art style — it’s as if every note is a brushstroke. I kept pausing subconsciously to listen to the silence between notes, because the quiet is part of the composition too.

On a more analytical level, the soundtrack works by shaping emotional architecture. There are recurring musical motifs that serve as anchors: a lullaby-like theme for childhood, a wistful contour for longing, and harsher dissonances when Kaguya is trapped by expectations. These motifs don’t shout their presence; they arrive, evolve, and then retreat — much like how the story handles time and memory. Hisaishi leans on traditional timbres and tonal simplicity so that the music never outpaces the scenes. Instead, it complements them, whether that’s the raw joy of running through bamboo or the crushing ritual of courtly life. The harmonic choices — often modal, sometimes open-ended — leave room for melancholy to breathe, which suits the tale’s central feeling of impermanence.

What I love on a personal level is how the soundtrack modulates between intimacy and scale. Close-up moments (like Kaguya’s small, private smiles) get delicate, almost domestic sounds: a single piano note, a faint pluck, or a human voice used like an instrument. Wider, more social moments swell with fuller strings and choral textures, not to swell ego but to underscore the trappings that eventually suffocate her. Also, the film uses diegetic sounds and ambient silence masterfully alongside Hisaishi’s score — creaking floorboards, rain, the rustle of kimono fabric — making the music feel like part of the world rather than something layered on top. That interplay is what made me lean forward in my seat more than once.

If you want to experience the story on another level, try watching a scene with headphones and then listen to the soundtrack alone while flipping through art or the original folktale text. It’s a small ritual I do when I’m feeling reflective: the score turns the narrative from a myth into an intimate memory. The end result is a film where sound and image are braided so tightly that the sorrow and beauty of Kaguya’s fate linger long after the credits fade — and I often find myself humming a fragment of a theme days later, the sort of tune that quietly grows roots in your chest.