Alexander Scriabin

Previously

…He watched Rachmaninoff depart, the crowd parting for him like a respectful tide. A sense of quiet resolve settled over Alexander. The world might not yet be ready for the symphony of his soul, for the cosmic dance of colour and sound he envisioned. But he would continue to compose it, to live it, to imbue every note with the fire of his spirit. He would build his transcendent experience, brick by luminous brick, chord by breathtaking chord, and trust that in time, others would find their way to its radiant heart. The path was steep, perhaps even perilous, but it was his to tread, and he would not falter. He had a universe to create.