Opera-Angel

That little tart sang tonight In place of me What does that girl have that I don't? I am the star No chorus girl could take my place Especially her I will remain the prima donna The mangers assured me As long as I have my beautiful voice She will never be the star

Thoughts on the Phantom : A Meg Giry Poem As I practice my dancing I glance up at the rafters Is he up there? The Opera Ghost I am terrified of him But I can't stop talking about him And scaring all the other ballerinas My mother warns me But why would he hurt me? I'm just a ballet rat Although I must admit Despite being afraid I also am fascinated by him Who is he really And what does he have planned next?

I attended the opera tonight I saw someone who I never forgot My sweetheart from childhood The girl I knew as Little Lotte She looked so beautiful And her voice captivated me I was still in love And I love the woman she has become Does she remember me? Does she still love me? My Christine

As I instruct the ballet corps My eyes stray Toward the catwalks far above I know he may be there The Opera Ghost The managers do not believe me When I give them the notes It is not wise to disobey him Or gossip As my daughter does If I speak of what I know I may live in fear forever So I keep my silence And tell the mangers Only what he wishes them to know

My Angel sang last night Hearing her voice From deep down in the cellar Made me desire her more She shall sing for me I know she wants to see me And she shall Soon, very soon She will belong to me

I watch my Angel through the mirror I cannot help it I speak to her She comes toward me My heart is in my throat When I hear her whisper 'Angel' As she places her hand against the mirror I place my palm on the other side Cursing the pane of glass that lays between us She wants to see me I promise soon Soon, my love, you will be with your Angel

Coming Home I have come back I do not know why But I tell myself I am drawn to the Opera House But that is a lie He has beckoned me here The man who still haunts my dreams Who sings inside my mind I stare at the large mirror on my dressing room wall Cracked and covered with cobwebs My twisted reflection stares back at me Uttering a cry of shock and dismay I collapse to my knees And I sob as my face Presses against the cool glass Still weeping I hear a soft voice Close by I raise my head and stare again at the mirror My tear stained face looks doleful in the glass I listen to the voice Its soft, melodic tones soothe me An

Lost Dreams I have come back I do not know why But I tell myself I am drawn to the Opera House But that is a lie He has beckoned me here The man who still haunts my dreams Who sings inside my mind I stare at the large mirror on my dressing room wall Cracked and covered with cobwebs My twisted reflection stares back at me Uttering a cry of shock and dismay I collapse to my knees And I sob as my face Presses against the cool glass My Angel will sing no more As I feel the blackness cover me I know my dreams will die

The Angel's Call I am brushing my hair In my dressing room When the candles flicker and die In the semi-darkness I hear his voice The Angel of music His voice, so melodic Enraptures me Takes hold of my mind I want to know where he is I glance at the mirror I see a masked man I want to run away Yet I am drawn to him As I walk trancelike toward the mirror I hear a faint voice outside my door I disregard it As the mirror opens And the Angel takes my hand And I enter his world of darkness

Love (Disappointed) Dancing in the ballet Singing in the chorus Is that all I was meant to do? I want to be the prima donna But I am so afraid That I will be disappointed I need my father Or the Angel of Music he promised me Where are you now that I need you?