For The Phantom... Poem by Aphrodite Anastasia Menegaki

Behind the curtains, hidden in shadows
Though the music he will always compose
He'll never taste the warmth of an applause
For he was to a fate bound and he knows

Outcast, a shadow, a mask, a phantom,
Words for the man who's not handsome;
Hiding a face so horrific and deformed
But he was always there when she performed

Angel of Music, protector and guide,
Under the stage, under the ground you hide
From an audience who would never forgive,
From a world who would never permit

Angel of Music, how can I make you see?
Their hearts are deformed more than you'll ever be.
Angel, the mask you have for home and cage,
Should be worn by those walking on the stage;
Those you thought dear but were never near,
Those you loved for real but were not sincere.

Instead of petals all they saw was thorns,
Angel, from the moment you were born.
Masquerade! World of falsity and lies
Masquerade! To love I guess was unwise

An outcast, a shadow, a mask, a ghost,
Words for one who put love first and foremost;
Hiding a face so horrific and deformed
But he was always there when she performed

Angel of the Music and the dark night
No longer hide from people's haughty sight
Angel of Music, how can I make you see?
Their hearts are deformed more than you'll ever be

Wounded bird in a cage, this I now ask,
Angel, no longer fear, take off that mask;
I'm here, not for the opera, not for a play,
But to mend wounds and bring colour to grey
Angel, stand up you've been hidden long enough
I'll be here, I know loving can be tough
Angel of the night, the world you must now let to see
Amongst thorns come roses stronger than all else can be…