Coconut Grove I looked in the mirror, I'm different

when she turned to speak - his song stopping to leave room for whatever the siren's voice might be - trough the veil of his loosely coiled bangs the bard saw the silver patina obscuring the details of her gaze. sightless? it concerned him. 

she did speak, and for all the sourness in her words the sugar of her voice made it a delight.

he remained laying, and now rolled onto his back - despite a second later remembering she wouldn't be able to see him. still, he stretched his limbs skywards as he rolled his head and said:

"aem ai nat allowed t' celebrate th' beauchy of th' nachural w'rld? sam sights simply inspire song." he made sure the grin was heard in his voice.