(a tale about Svetlana Surganova)
A songbird full of gleam and grace
Performs tonight
To make us reach the sacred place,
The poets' site.
She starts to play her violin,
Presents her song.
Inspired all of us begin
To sing along.
It's just mesmeric as she sings,
It moves the heart.
Her voice dramatically brings
The truth of Art.
The playing orchestra entwines
Her songs and tales,
And all who listen get the lines
The bird unveils.
She tells of life, of fleeting dreams,
And starlit skies.
Her smile is full of playful beams,
Her look is wise.
She's phoenix-like, she did arise
From ash and pain
To have these dreams, to see these skies,
To fly again!
Courageously she spread her wings
To take a flight.
And ever since she soars and sings
In Heaven's height.
Her magic voice is heard above,
Where stars can blaze.
It does imbue my heart with Love,
It makes my days.
A poet always glorifies
The charms she brings.
May Sorrow neither dim her eyes
Nor break her wings!
The name Svetlana, meaning "light",
Portrays her best.
Oh, may she never stop her flight,
Sublime and blest!
(с) Янина Маркова (Nina Siberian), 2013