and there is a large close-up of the dying master, who is looking straight at the spectators, and then we have to imagine the wretched, ill-smelling room filling with a mysterious light. When he hears the wonderful notes, he smiles, although he is so tired, and he says: "I am sinking". Then, he is silent for a few moments listening to his own music. Then he says, as clearly as anything: "I am not sinking ... I am not sinking ... I am rising." Then the picture darkens and the music ends.