The Phantom And His Muse

Ten Years Later

"Ten long years

Living a mere facade of life

Ten long years

Wasting my time on smoke and noise

In my mind

I hear melodies pure and unearthly

But I find

I can't give them a voice without you

My Brighten, my Brighten

Lost and gone, lost and gone

The day starts

The day ends

Time crawls by

Night steals in pacing the floor

The moments creep

Yet I can't bear to sleep

'Til I hear you sing

And weeks pass

And months pass

Seasons fly

Still you don't walk through the door

And in a haze

I count the silent days

'Til I hear you sing once more

And sometimes at night time

I dream that you are there

But wake holding nothing

But the empty air

And years come

And years go

Time runs dry

Still I ache down to the core

My broken soul

Can't be alive and whole

'Til I hear you sing once more

And music, your music

It teases at my ear

I turn and it fades away

And you're not here

Let hopes pass

Let dreams pass

Let them die

Without you, what are they for?

I'll always feel

No more than halfway real

'Til I hear you sing once more."

Gustov played on the grand piano in the hall of our home. my young son, such a beauty of him.

I walked down to him and smiled. "Gustov, we've come to Coney Island for a reason. You can only play when the conductor of this place gets here."

"But mother.... mother?"

I smiled and bent down beside him. "Yes?"

"What is love?"

I smiled at him and sighed.

"Love's a curious thing, it often comes disguised

Look at love the wrong way, it goes unrecognized

So look with your heart, and not with your eyes

The heart understands, the heart never lies

Believe what it feels, and trust what it shows