


| Note in a Bottle Upon the sea I did cast my thoughts to work the ship of sailors lost, a magic spell to loosen the sails forbidden path of Narwhal Whales. The Mermaid flaps her fins of pain to harp the sound of windmill reigns, to tread the murky skies of storms and guide the ores to lighthouse warmth. Roy Johnson music by Fionnuala Sherry, Rolf Lovland title: Secret Garden |