Meg:Where in the world have you been hiding?

Really you were perfect.

I only wish I knew your secret,

Who is this new 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's the unseen genius.

Meg:Christine you must have been dreaming,

Stories like this can't come true

Christine you're talking in riddles,

And it's not like you!

Christine:Angel of music,

Guide and Guardian,

Grant to me you 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, it's white

Christine:It frightens me

Meg:Don't be frightened