@Popehat
My college roommate had a book of stories by the now-problematic (and also now-no-not-problematic-what's-the-other-word-oh-yeah-shitty) Orson Scott Card in which they had (somehow) identified a baby with superhuman musical talent and raised him in isolation from all music but what he wrote himself. Then a guy broke into the compound and played Mozart at him, and he panicked and tried to cover it up, but they could tell because there was no more Mozart in his music.

Anyway, good luck.