went to see the "Phantom" a wonderful play indeed
players gave such a good performance
would prove difficult to exceed.
music, the singing, the musical attributes,
reality of that "Phantom" in the feats he executes.
behind you, he's above you,
and then he's there on centre stage,
demands your full attention
a war of nerves he does you engage.
appears as a reflection in the mirror of your mind,
then that mirror opens
and you are in a world of a different kind.
transports you through the sewers into his hide-away
so realistic, it's so wonderful,
forget that its a play.
share with him the heartache of unrequited love,
you watch the players rehearsing
the theatre up above.
is passionate, demanding, demonic in his aim,
for the sake of one young girl
love he cannot claim.
is cursed with mutilation
hides his shame behind a mask,
life is lived in shadowland
music is his task.
sort of Svengali and My Fair Lady
to music one can but enjoy
devotes himself to creating her
she loves some other boy.
involves you, his audience
he tears down chandeliers,
has your heart held in his hand,
slight squeeze can bring forth tears.
understand his passion, his heartache and his plight
he tells you his own story in,
Music of the Night"
not a dry eye in the house as that final curtain falls,
the "Phantom" reaps his own rewards
numerous curtain calls.
we gave them standing ovations
their opera from the past
each player took their place on stage
applauded all the cast.
each of them brought something
they made that opera, live
gave everything that was asked of them,
there was nothing more to give.
truly marvelous feeling was conceived
words and music set to plan,
all this was the brainchild, the inspiration of one man.
have that gift is indeed a blessing, a blessing to us all,
set such words to music and watch we,
audience fill the hall.