THE PHANTOM OF OPERA< br/>< br/>The phantom of opera leads me to the moon’s trace. The phantom singer and the mask’s grace are a duet in the same dance. The voice is sculpting a face. That face may hold both the moon and the stage though the moon is still on its sledge .My life seems to be a page. Will you read this page in your haste? You hid your face so I found the moon’s shade. My life’s page and the moon’s shade are a duet on the opera’s stage. My eyes would attempt to smash the fence which hides your glance. My eyes would still meet the moon’s shade. The arias would pull the moon’s sledge. Would you catch a glimpse of my page? The phantom of opera leads me to the moon’s trace.