…and the unseen eyebeam crossed… takes its title from the first movement of T. S. Eliot’s poem Burnt Norton. The reader is led into a magical garden of childhood innocence where the roses are subtly changed in the presence of the onlooker. This work is a composed act of perception – fast complex fragments are examined, dissected and frozen until a hidden melodic line is revealed. In this process of objectification, there is also another transition: from life to death.