BENEATH THE OPERA HOUSE

In His Domain....

A shadow falls beyond the marble stair
The air pulsates with mystery and allure
The mirrored image, fleeting - was it there?
As ghostly music, poignant, true and pure
Descends upon the throng who stand and gaze
In silent awe upon magnificence, but unaware
Of such sweet sadness, elusive
As was he who lived beneath that splendid stair.

In darkness and solitude he dwelt
Resigned, until he heard the Angel sing
When life began for him as two hearts met
Bringing joy and beauty to all things.

The rose, fragrant token of his love
For his Angel, perfumes the radiant air
Candlelit from dome high up above
The Phantom's magic touch is everywhere.

This man, this ghost who haunts our dreams
And fills our world with music all his own
All that was he, beneath the mask, it seems
Lives forever in the kingdom of his home.

Once you have found him, never let him go.

©Jeanette Birt 2002