Queen Of The Night
The Ghost of Maria Callas sings in the park at night
She sings queen of the night caressing the high notes in her ghost full voice
Ignored as she walks through the farthest part of Sunset and up into the hills.
Singing for the hiking paths fake grottos for
the alleys, the steep steps, for Echo Park, singing to the traffic on the 101 freeway, she sings and she moves like she did on the scaffold in 1959.
She came to LA for the climate, for the distance. It reminds her of a filthy, youthful Greece before the war before prosperity.
Maria Callas could not bear heaven with its beauty and wonder.
Traveled into hell and passed through the underworld with more unrest.
It was all because she couldn't forget her ex-lover.
Not in life, not in death, not in the after life.
She didn't really want to be on earth now, but there was no where else for her to go.
In Greece - Pan and Aristotle Onassis smoke Lucky Strikes, and run through the hills like little boys, telling jokes and checking out the young women.
Maria spends eternity trying not to think of Aristotle.
Trying not to think of how he looked at her the first time, his touch, his body next to her. Trying not to think of how he put her aside when he married the American. It was as if all the years with him never existed.
She was not his wife. She would never be his wife. In his bed but not his woman, it made her break in pieces over and over again.
To forget she remembered her art, her ghost voice sings "Queen Of The Night",
hitting impossible notes, making her spirit voice echo through the streets of Los Angeles. Raising her arms to forgotten lovers
They hear her
They feel her voice moving through the city
The forgotten lovers feel warmth and recognition as she sings in a way that no one else can.
She sounds like the wind
She sounds like a teenage girl, holding her sides crying in loss
She sound like hot sex in the back of a car with a women you'll never see again
She sounds like Winter in Eden
High NOTES - that make you shudder for the marvel of it
The ghost of Maria Callas sings
Queen Of The Night
Because All She Ever Had Was Her Art
All She ever had was amazing and unlike any one ever had before or since
The Queen Of The Night is a difficult song
No one can sing it like a brokenhearted Maria Callas
No one can hear it but a forgotten lover
lost in the wave of temporary rejection
that lasts forever
Until it is replaced by something less
