Mezzo-Soprano Poem by Liza Sud

To ELena Obraztsova

They called you a nun while you studied,

You really look like a saint,

You stand in angelic white jacket

And sing, deep absorbed in yourself.



Your eyesight embodies a prayer,

And even when you are- Carmen,

It doesn’t bring pain, burns or slays you

But everything to us donates.



Not vampire you are but a donor,

And the Main was killed at the Cross,

His Cross Is the voice whose performance

Is always and everywhere heard.