Note: I was inspired for this by a poem we read in L.A. class, Siren Song.
I think it has some relevance to the Phantom of the Opera if you really
look for it.
Siren's Curse
I mold you with my music,
And lure you with my song.
But can I ever hold you?
Alas, that cannot be done.
Are the words to a song
Meaningful in your ears?
Can I put feelings I've had so long
In a form other than tears?
Music in my voice,
Is the only beauty I possess.
But the God-given grace of choice,
Is one I cannot take in success.
Do you love me?
Or do you love my song?
You demand a claim to be free.
Yet I know I am not the one.
Oh, Christine, it is a curse!
To sing for love and have no return!
To contain a passion I cannot reverse!
And continue to think that your love I can earn.
I can never have you.
It's a truth I cannot accept.
My song has poisoned you.
You love me less than it.
Please say you'll pity me at least,
Sitting here lamely behind a wall.
Singing here hoping your love for me,
But it's better to see you than not to see you at all.
I'm waiting forever it seems,
Controlling the voice of an angel.
And time, oh time, how it teems,
All the time I want to yell.
So this monster I created,
With the melody of sound,
Will continue to keep you suffocated.
Until you almost drown.
But one day, Christine, one day,
I will show you who I am.
And not one thing I will have to say.
My lies will come to an end.
I will save you from me,
For it's true; I'm a monster.
Hopefully letting you free,
Will gradually bring you closer.
So, goodbye, until our next lesson.
Tomorrow, same time, same place.
I will be here behind the mirror.
To gaze at, but not touch, your beautiful face.