a/n: this is a poem by the Phantom before Christine was put as the lead of the opera. please review and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Phantom
You call me Angel of Music,
And I don't question the tale.
You call me a nameless teacher,
Acting like my voice makes your voice sail.
Yet you are not where you belong,
As you sing your silent song.
Stand high, show you're face,
The most beautiful woman, with all grace.
You shy away, afraid to sing,
But you're voice is relaxing, like light rain in spring.
Sing proudly for your teacher who dares not,
Whose face causes him fear of being caught.
Sing tonight, for I know you can shine!
Soon enough you'll be mine!