Bravo, bis, signora
Your high soprano,
is splendid and incomparable
you are the hight of dreams
in our bleak feelings
amongst our empty everyday concerns
But after the intermission and this performance,
I leave this half-dimmed darkness
and your Hall
Surface into the cold of the dark night
and tiredly refresh in my thoughts Your debut
Bravo to you, signora
Your undisputed success
would have been worth nothing to a star like you
had in this Hall
you were not universally adored,
that sure would have been surprising
And here am I again, in this lodge box,
Swimming in it like in a boat,
around, the sea of the opera-stage,
and only You.
But after the intermission and this performance,
I leave this half-dim darkness
and your Hall
and surface into the lows of the dark night
and tiredly refresh in my thoughts your success