Padawan and the sea sirens (feat. Adele Bertei)

The sound like sweet wind whistling through reeds on a peaceful night,

The purest of notes make colourful shapes in the air above him, bursting into a million dark flowers pin pricked with light, notes that bloom dance and pirouette above him in a beautiful ballet, enchanted and happy he falls into a dreamless sleep, the flowers begin to descend upon him, four petaled, White with glowing scarlet tips, doppler flowers, flowers of the crucifixion, and then a single red rose, the rose beckons, the rose comes to rest on my chest, it's petals the softest of velvets, I reach for it and a thorn opens my skin, how tender is the rose? It all depends on where, and how you touch