Angel Of Music

Brava, brava, bravissima
Christine, Christine
Christine, Christine.

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

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.

I watched your face from the shadows
Distant through all the applause
I hear your voice in the darkness
yet the words aren't yours.

Angel of music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Who is this angel? This.

Angel of music, hide no longer
Secret and strange Angel
He's with me even now
Your hands are cold
All around me
Your face, Christine, it's white
It frightens me
don't be frightened
Meg Giry. Are you a dancer?
Then go and practice
(to Christine) My dear, I was asked to give you this.