BEYOND THE LAKE THE NEXT MORNING
(Finally they arrive in the PHANTOM'S lair Downstage
the candles in the lake lift up revealing giant
candelabrums outlining the space The boat turns into a
bed There is a huge pipe organ The PHANTOM sits at
the organ and takes over the accompaniment)
PHANTOM
I have brought you
to the seat of sweet
music's throne
to this kingdom
where all must pay
homage to music
music
You have come here,
for one purpose,
and one alone
Since the moment
I first heard you sing,
I have needed
you with me,
to serve me, to sing,
for my music
my music
(changing mood)
Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination
Silently the senses
abandon their defences
Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night
Close your eyes
and surrender to your
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts
of the life
you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let your spirit
start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never
lived before
Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of
the music of the night
Let your mind
start a journey through a
strange new world!
Leave all thoughts
of the world
you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you
long to be !
Only then
can you belong
to me
Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night
(During all this, the PHANTOM has conditioned
CHRISTINE to the coldness of his touch and her fingers
are brave enough to stray to his mask and caress it, with
no hint of removing it The PHANTOM leads her to a
large mirror from which he removes a dust cover and in
which we see the image of CHRISTINE, a perfect wax-
face impression, wearing a wedding gown CHRISTINE
moves slowly towards it when suddenly the image thrusts
its hands through the mirror towards her She faints The
PHANTOM catches her and carries her to the bed, where
he lays her down)
PHANTOM
You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night