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…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a perception and as a composition in real poetical terms, vividness in imagery to paint human affairs, the present piece is a great work of art.Kudos Anastasia.
Thank you, Mr.Galanis! ! ! :)