Angel of music

Meg:
Where in the world have you been hiding
Really, you were perfect
I only wish I knew your secret
Who is your great tutor?

Christine:
Father once spoke of an angel
I used to dream he'd appear
Now as I sing, I can sense him
And I know he's here

Here in this room he calls me softly
Somewhere inside hiding
Somehow I know he's always with me
He, the unseen genius

Meg:
Christine, you must have been dreaming
Stories like this can't come true
Christine, you are talking in riddles
And it's not like you

Christine:
Angel of music
Guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory

Meg:
Who is this angel
This...

Both:
Angel of music
Hide no longer
Secret and strange angel

Christine:
He's with me, even now

Meg:
Your hands are cold

Christine:
All around me

Meg:
Your face, christine, is white

Christine:
It frightens me

Meg:
Don't be frightened