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 the angel,
I used to dream he'd apear.
Now when I sing I can sence him and I know he's here.
Here in this room he calls me softly,
somewhere in side hiding.
some how I know he's always with me;
he, the unseen genius.


MEG:
Christine, you must have dreaming,
stories like this can't be true.
Christine, you're talking in riddle,
and it's not like you.


CHRISTINE:
Angel of music,guide and guardian,
grant to me your glory!


MEG: Who is this angel this!

CHRISTINE:
Angel of music, hide no longer;
secret and strange angel.
He is with me even now,


MEG: Your hand are cold


CHRISTINE:
all around me,

MEG/ your face, Christine is white;


CHRISTINE:
It frighten me.

MEG: dont't be frightened.