Cutting in and out of this last journey are glimpses and scenes from the life. But it’s more the inner, ‘poetic’ life. There is always an expressionistic edge to the narrative, or streak of nightmare - just as there is in the music. And the music itself is heard only in fragments, sometimes obsessionally repeating, like demonic voices heard nagging in his mind. And it always comes accurately from whatever crisis in the life we’re dealing with. The music is an expression of his haunting, and narratively felt as such.
Death’s last appearance: visibly and audibly the same rising-falling shape, but now in the major mode, harmonized, attentuated and resolving onto a chord rooted in the very F-sharp pitch that in its original ‘futile’ form it had persistently failed melodically to reach. From Mahler’s sketch for the ending of his final symphony.