Now that he's not afraid of him anymore, the piano player can do whatever he wants with the piano. He's going to play it for a while, and then he'll write a new piece of music for it. The piano player says that he can't wait to submit his work tomorrow. He says that the rain is starting to fall, and that the angel is worthy of being "the angel of music" . He tells the piano players that he never creates music, because he is music itself. He asks them to play the piano and see if it works. If it does, he says, then it's his intention.