Lirik Lagu Why So Silent - Phantom Of The Opera
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(At the height of the activity a grotesque figure suddenlyappears at the lop of the staircase. Dressed all incrimson, with a death's head visible inside the hood ofhis robe, the PHANTOM has come to the party. Withdreadful wooden steps he descends the stairs and takes thecentre of the stage)PHANTOMWhy so silent, good messieurs?Did you think that I had left you for good?Have you missed me, good messieurs?I have written you an opera!(He takes from under his robe an enormous boundmanuscript)Here I bring the finished score -"Don Juan Triumphant" !(He throws it to ANDRE)I advise youto comply -my instructionsshould be clear -Rememberthere are worse thingsthan a shattered chandelier . . .(CHRISTlNE, mesmerized, approaches as thePHANTOM beckons her. He reaches out, grasps thechain that holds the secret engagement ring, and rips itfrom her throat)Your chains are still mine -you will sing for me!(ALL cower in suspense as the music crescendos, untilsuddenly, his figure evaporates)BACKSTAGE(GIRY is hurrying across. RAOUL appears and callsafter her)RAOULMadame Giry. Madame Giry . . .GIRYMonsieur, don't ask me - I know no more thananyone else.(She moves off again. He stops her)RAOULThat's not true. You've seen something, haven'tyou ?GIRY (uneasily)I don't know what I've seen . . . Please don't ask me,monsieur . . .RAOUL (desperately)Madame, for all our sakes . . .GIRY (She has glanced nervously about her andsuddenly deciding to trust him, cuts in):Very well. It was years ago. There was a travellingfair in the city. Tumblers, conjurors, humanoddities . . .RAOULGo on . . .GIRY (trance-like, as she retraces the past)And there was . . . I shall never forget him: a man . .Iocked in a cage . . .RAOULIn a cage . . ?GIRYA prodigy, monsieur! Scholar, architect, musician .RAOUL (piecing together the jigsaw)A composer . . .GIRYAnd an inventor too, monsieur. They boasted hehad once built for the Shah of Persia, a maze ofmirrors . . .RAOUL (mystified and impatient, cuts in)Who was this man . . .?GIRY (with a shudder)A freak of nature . . .more monsterthan man . . .RAOUL (a murmur)Deformed . . .?GIRYFrom birth, it seemed . . .RAOULMy God . . .GIRYAnd then . . . he went missing. He escaped.RAOULGo on.GIRYThey never found himit was said hehad died . . .RAOUL (darkly)But he didn't die, did he?GIRYThe world forgot him,but I never can . . .For in this darknessI have seen him again . . .RAOULAnd so ourPhantom's this man . . .GIRY (starts from her daze and turns to go)I have said too much, monsieur.(She moves off into the surrounding blackness)And there have been too many accidents . . .RAOUL (ironical)Accidents?!GIRYToo many . . .(And, before he can question her further, she hasdisappeared)RAOUL (running after her)Madame Giry . . .!
