Skryabin plays Skryabin

He is playing so tenderly - like elf,
He doesn't press or crush sounds with force,
And safety - as the door to happiness,
his hands - are like the flying of a soul!

In him the heat of love - a sparkling fire,
Especially in the twelfth etude glows,
With such small movements, like a trill inspire,
That people sparkle like garlands on the spot!

Such sparks of spirit - are the lights of thoughts,
Like angels are in shining thoughtful clothes.
Such lightness, and transparent dream flows!
His gift to people - spiritual super-fondness!

Melodiousness - no need, a soul,
And even a song next to it is earthly,
And he is cosmic - subtle hearing's role -
He gave to us his light-and-fire knowledge!

To deify, to spiritualize -
To breathe willpower into a person,
And call him to create from all his might -
And to reveal the Light in all - his covenants!

He is too dazzling for the world! Like Balmont,
In struggle, bliss - a gentle potentate!
After this, to burst to the world - desire,
And everyone -  we are all as one - embrace!

Оригинал: http://stihi.ru/2023/01/02/7998