Friday, June 19, 2009
The Phantom's Legacy
Not long ago Lisa and I attended a live performance of Andrew Lloyd Weber's The Phantom of the Opera. We also invited Molly, the teenage daughter of Lisa's oldest friend, and her friend Lea, knowing that both girls were emphatic Phantom enthusiasts.
Bear in mind that I'm talking about two very serious fans here. Especially Molly. I mean, how many high school students today have read (and loved!) the original novel by Gaston Leroux, or even know the name of silent film star Lon Chaney?!
As we all expected, the production was magnificent and the four of us had a fabulous time. Still, as amazing as the musical itself was, experiencing the full-fledged frenzied excitement of our teenage guests during and, especially, after the performance was even more fun. It was impossible for Lisa and I not to get caught up in their breathless fervor. This will always be one of my favorite memories.
I discovered this poem late tonight and I'm not exactly certain why, but it brought back instant memories of that evening in the theater. I sense the heart of the Phantom's story in its own mysterious beauty.
Thought I should share this with Lisa, Molly and Lea, and with the rest of you.
There is a beautiful creature living
in a hole you have
so at night I set fruit and grains and little pots of wine and milk
beside your soft earthen
and I often sing to you,
but still, my dear, you do not come out.
I have fallen in love with someone
who is hiding inside
We should talk about this problem,
otherwise I will never