I could have been an artist for the crowd,
But I prefer a humble path, not loud.
I’ll sing for you in any season’s glow,
Play so swift – the wind can’t keep up, you know.
And if one day, a perfect morning bright,
They offer me the stage, the spotlight’s light,
I’d feel a touch of sadness, deep inside –
My moment matters little to the scene, I’d sigh.
St. Petersburg, 2019
Photo from the author’s archive.
Saint Petersburg, State Hermitage Museum, 2017.
I could have been an artist for the people
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