Intermission- A poem from Erik's point of view as he sits in Box Five.
The curtain falls completely
I watch as slowly she disappears from my view
God how I love her,
I watch as the reflective surface of the stage goes dim as the lights are lowered there and the chandelier grows bright
I stretch and watch as two drunk men fight
A chuckle, soft escapes me
As I bend to see the ballet preparing, looking up for the 'Opera Ghost'
They know I'm here
Yet I'm cautiously let be
Madame Giry knocks twice, her usual hello
I knock back three times as I hear the manages bellow
'Giry, woman leave him be!'
I return to my seat and continue to watch everyone socialize
Christine's voice is wonderfully in tune
And I'm beginning to realize
If I want my dear Christine
I'm going to have to fight
I smile
The fop won't be able to win
For who could not want to live
And make music forever
And be bale to have lovemaking as a second since
My music is so powerful?
The curtain comes up
the lights go dim
And her sweet, high voice fills me
And so I watch
And secretly we are singing together
A duet of Angels
A duet of Beauty
A duet of Love
K. Faulhaber 8-8-03