The Lady of the Opera

One step.

Two steps.

Angry pointing.

Silent girl in stage. Scared and trying to hide.

The Queen has her

coloratura passage.

A glorious high F.

But the Queen of the night sounds too cheerful!

She is singing about

Death and curses.

Abandoning and cursing her daughter forever if she does not kill

a man.

Midnight blue, the music swirls around me

as the soprano continues to sing the melisma

leading into another vicious rant.

Mesmerizing. I am lost in orange and yellow.

The queen transcends her voice to the heavens.

The queen transcends her voice to Heaven though she does not belong there.

Too evil.

I always forget that the

benevolent, sweet Lady of the Opera is my wife.

Even if she's the Queen for a night or two.