Benoît Pioulard - A Shade of Celadon

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Initial B.P.

Is in Its Clearest Form

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Whose Palms Create

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

And Relent

Of Everything That Rhymes

Anchor as the Muse

As Would a Weaver

With No Advantage

That Wounded Weathered

So Etched in Memory

Under the Break Arch

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Take Me Away

It's Called: Freefall

Party Rock Anthem

I Don't Want This Night To End

Girl I'm Gonna Miss You

When We Were Young

Easy On Me

Touch My Body

Nothing's Gonna Stop Me Now

Lie To Me

Curtain Falls

Sen Kaldın

Savaş (The War)

New Killer Star

A Desert Born in Twilight