There is a chapter in Frazier’s Novel Cold Mountain where a ne’er-do-well drifter recounts how he found himself playing fiddle music for a suffering and dying young woman and feeling dreadfully insufficient for the task, but he was surprised with notes that comforted and consoled. He admitted that he was a bum and shoddy player before his original tune came to him, and I think that humble and compassionate state of mind brought on because he is playing for someone about to die provides the condition for his artistic fuel to ignite. Well, this is inspiring- to make art for therapy with the hope- for this is the only truly hopeful frame of mind- you can receive the grace to help someone feel better, peaceful, joyful.
That after he plays his fiddle tune the spring peepers in the creek sounded exceptionally sad and hopeful in the face of the coming winter is one of the most moving and evocative details found in a novel, because the peeper is too weak to dig down deep in the soil to avoid the cold and so it freezes solid in the winter but pumps enough sugar into its organs to preserve them so that it can thaw and move again in the spring.
He is excecuted next to his friend- and that embrace is the promise of spring