Take a bow, Maestro said
So I gently dip my head
You sang your soul away tonight.
I faint because I know hes right.
Clouded dream and a hazy thought
What is real? What is not?
A masquerade? Shall we dance?
Does this mask hide romance?
Maestros voice caressed my ear
Of me you need have no fear.
Angels Voice from mortal frame?
Does the Voice then have a name?
He speaks of beauty, he speaks of love,
Of abandoning the world above,
Of velvet darkness, soft and kind.
We need no light for love is blind.
I tremble for his touch is cold
And I think on the soul I sold
To his music, to his art.
And now he asks of me my heart.
Both heart and soul belong to him?
He sings to me another hymn.
His voice like liquid gold consumes,
In me a budding passion blooms.
In the dim I seek his face,
Longing for his lips embrace.
But mask removed I come to find
That love cannot be wholly blind
Loathing like snakes within him writhes
I see the horror of h