Another poem for our loved Erik
Down in the Opera cellars
A Phantom, Opera Ghost, dwells
Wandering, hopeless and lonely
Imprisoned in a fiery hell.
He longs for someone to love
Will he ever find his girl?
Oh, to find that one special woman
He'd give up his whole world.
Red Death, Phantom, Angel of Music
These are the names given to him
And I have to say, Angel is best
Though he lives in the basement dim.
He makes wonderful music
That's how I found his lair
I walked to where he was playing
And softly brushed back his hair.
He turned around and saw me
He stopped pressing the keys
He said, "Why are you here?"
I answered, "Oh, monsieur, please…
"Don't stop playing that music
It's the best I've ever heard
Please just keep playing
Don't say a word."
He stood up and told me
"You must leave this place"
And I replied, "No"
And put my hand on his face.
The right side covered by a mask
The left half so divine
He was just so handsome
I said, "I want to make you mine."
He shook his head and said
"I'm not what you think"
I begged him to let me stay
My heart began to sink.
He let me caress his face
Left side only, of course
Then I suddenly removed the mask
He pulled away, covered his face, and threw me to the floor.
He yelled, "Why would you do this?!
You have no right!
Get out of here, woman!
Stay out of my sight!"
Slowly I got up, holding the mask
As he sat down at the organ, began to cry
I walked over and sat down beside him
I heard him ask me quietly, "Why?..."
I started rubbing his back
I turned his face to face me
I sighed as he saw what he hid
Under his mask he hides a deformity.
The skin was twisted and mangled
Looking irritated, bumpy, red
He pulled up a hand to cover his face
But I stopped him, then I said,
"It doesn't matter what's on the outside
Because it's what's inside that counts."
He took a breath and asked, "Are you scared of me?"
I smiled and told him, "Not even a small amount."
I wiped away his tears with my hand
And touched the deformed side of his face
He put a hand on my cheek
Oh, I thought, such grace.
At first he looked unsure if he should
But I decided to take it from there
I leaned in to give him a kiss
We lost sense of when and where.
His lips touched mine then
He was being too insecure
So I pressed my lips harder on his
To let him know I was sure.
He held me so tight but so gentle
As if I were a precious jewel
He and I were completely one
And it was in that moment I knew.
I knew he was the one for me
No matter what he looked like
Our kiss meant the world to me
For the first time, something felt right.
And then he let me stay there
Through the years I caught him as he fell
Everyday, every moment I live
He's always my Musical Angel.