Night-time
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 . . .

You alone can make my song take flight -
Help me make the music of the night . . .

A M I N T A (CHRISTINE)
You have brought me
To that moment where
Words run dry,
To that moment where
Speech disappears
Into silence,
Silence…

I have come here,
Hardly knowing
The reason why…
In my mind,
I''ve already imagined
Our bodies entwining,
Defenceless and silent –
And now I''m here with you:
No second thoughts,
I''ve decided,
Decided…

Past the point of no return –
No going back now:
Our passion-play has now,
At last, begun…

Past all thought of right or wrong –
One final question:
How long should we two wait,
Before we''re one…?

When will the blood
Begin to race,
The sleeping bud
Burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
At last, consume us…?

P H A N T O M''S V O I C E
Insolent boy!
This slave of fashion,
Basking in your
Glory!

Ignorant fool!
This brave young suitor,
Sharing in my
Triumph!

C H R I S T I N E (spell-bound)
Angel! I hear you!
Speak – I listen…
Stay by my side,
Guide me!

Angel, my soul
Was weak – forgive me…
Enter at last,
Master!

P H A N T O M''S V O I C E
Flattering child, you shall know me, See why in shadow I hide!
Look at your face in the mirror –
I am there inside!

C H R I S T I N E (ecstatic)
Angel of Music!
Guide and guardian!
Grant to me your
Glory!

Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Come to me, strange
Angel…

P H A N T O M''S V O I C E
I am your Angel…
Come to me: Angel of Music…

P H A N T O M'' S V O I C E
Bravi, bravi, bravissimi…

M E G
Where in the world have
You been hiding?
Really, you were perfect!

I only wish
I knew your secret!
Who is this new tutor?

C H R I S T I N E (abstracted, entering the dressing room)
Father once spoke of an angel…
I used to dream he''d appear…
Now as I sing, I can sense him…
And I know he''s here…

(trance-like)

Here in this room he calls me softly…
Somewhere inside… hiding…
Somehow I know he’s always with me…
He – the unseen genius…

M E G (uneasily)
Christine, you must have been dreaming…
Stories like this can''t come true…
Christine, you''re talking in riddles…
And it''s not like you…

C H R I S T I N E (not hearing her, ecstatic)
Angel of Music! Guide and guardian!
Grand to me your glory!

M E G (to herself)
Who is this angel? This…

B O T H
Angel of Music! Hide no longer!
Secret and strange angel…

C H R I S T I N E (darkly)
He''s with me, even now…

M E G (bewildered)
Your hands are cold…

C H R I S T I N E
All around me…

M E G
Your face, Christine, it''s white…

C H R I S T I N E
It frightens me…

M E G
Don''t be frightened…