In shadows he hides.
At nightfall he comes,
Singing the songs of
The Music of the Night.
No one would listen,
No one to care.
For no one knows
Of him or his secret lair.
In there he hides,
Afraid to share,
The beauty of,
The music of the night.
For if someone sees his face,
He has no choice, but, to race
For his life; and hide away in
His dark heaven, down below.
No one would listen,
Till there was her.
The one who would make his
Song take flight.
His heart would soar,
His passion in flames.
His love for her,
Ever grew.
She stole his heart,
She stole his mind,
Till there was nothing
But love so blind.
She had his heart,
But she did not want it.
She had another, the one
She needed.
They tried to escape,
They tried to run.
They tried to run from the
Man with the broken heart.
He would not let her leave.
He would make her sing,
To sing one last time,
To sing only for him.
He could not settle just for that,
Oh no. He wanted to be part
Of their act, his Don Juan.
He was ready, she was scared.
Don Juan, he became.
He took his mask, readied
His voice. For he knew that
This was his last.
They were there, all of Paris.
For them they would sing,
From them they would hide.
Hide that, they had a plan.
His time has come,
His heart was set.
He would have her
Or no one else would.
He did his part with ease,
His disguise was perfect.
But, he could not hide his
Voice from her.
She knew his voice by
Heart, and knew it well.
For it was he who lead her
To their cell.
She played along, as she
Knew she should.
She seemed to be under his
Spell. It almost did not go well.
The end had come they knew it
All to well. He thought that he
Had won. His angel was his, but in
All his plans he did not have a backup.
She pulled off his mask. His game
Was foiled. With tears in their eyes
They knew it was over. His song
Had play, all to fast.
He jumped with her in his arms
Back down to his cell.
Back to where the night has
Reign. To his heaven below.
He was screaming, he was crying.
He knew that he had lost.
But there was still hope.
A burning ember in his dark.
He had a trap for the lover.
A trap that only sacrifice
Could win. A gift of pure love.
It was the truth, he did not care.
The scent was caught,
He had his trail.
The lover knew what needed
To be done.
He had no choice, the angel must die.
He followed the trail in the dark.
The only thing to lead him was his heart.
A fine gold thread leading the way.
He found them at the end
Of the trail. His trip had finished,
When it had only begun.
He was expected.
The lover was welcomed,
The trap was played.
The first move had been made.
It was not his fight, he was trapped.
She cried and tried to speak.
He cut her off. This was
His home, he made the laws.
She was lost of spirit.
She had one last prayer.
Her gift of love
Was one kiss. It broke the
Spell love had won.
He knew it well that she
Would never be happy.
He released the lover from
His bonds. Told them to leave.
"It is over…" he cried.
He heard a soft, gentle
Whisper. It was his angel.
She had come back.
She sighs, and gives him
His ring. He stares at her one
Last time, and lets her go
Without a fight.
She was happy, the lover was
Happy, and he is happy.
For someone heard his loneliness,
Shared in his emptiness and released him.
It is over now, their
Music of the night. His heart is full.
His mind at peace. He had
Known a angel of music.
In shadows he had hidden.
At nightfall he came,
Singing the songs of
The Music of the Night.