To Hear as the Outcast Hears

You sit at the organ

Fingers flying over the keys

I close my eyes

And let the music fill my soul

I hear your voice

Ringing melodiously with the organ

And I feel the pain

I feel the grief, the heart-ache

You have finally opened up to me

Finally let me in

And I cry

For your pain

For your hurt

You gently frame my face with your hand and whisper

' I am sorry if it pains you.'

And I whisper back

With all the sincerity in the world

'I heard as the outcast hears.'

Your blue eyes locked with mine

And you smile, sad, slow, and thoughtful

A single tear

Slid down your cheek

And I wipe it away

Is this what if feels like to hear as the outcast hears?

I finally see your fears

Your torment and your tears

I see your agony

See your loneliness

See the beauty in the depths of your soul

See how much alike we really are

I heard as the outcast hears

Heard the beauty of music

Heard the song of darkness

Heard the song of solitude

And I heard you

The song itself was beauty

So why has all this beauty been shunned from the world?

The song is yours

So much can be heard through your music of the night

But all the while

I was the only one willing

To hear as the outcast hears...

Author's Note

I do not own the Phantom of the Opera in any way, shape or form. All rights belong to Andrew Lloyd Webber and Gaston Leroux

Pure inspiration came to me when i was browsing youtube for phantom of the opera videos. So I clicked on my word document, began typing and came up with this poem while listening to "No one would Listen". It's such a lovely song!!! You should listen to it on youtube. The raw emotion in the lyrics just makes my heart melt!!!

Anyway, wrote this a long time ago, so I expect it's quite sucky poetry, since i didn't really edit or revise anything. :) anyway, enjoy!

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