To Olga Shulcheva-Jarman
They say I’m a godless and care-free man,
My life as a whole’s a play.
I try to examine all music I can
But never I’m used to pray!
And it’s up to me – to refuse or to nod,
To throw away or to hold.
I’m simply a builder. I follow God
Arranging my own world.
From dawn till a sunset I fly like a bee
With angels which surely I meet.
My way is creation and singing. May be
Another one prays for me.