Roses Flying from Méduse by Méduse

Roses flying
Slowly turning
On a black and white background
With golden top
The trees stand still
Even seems like they're all bound.

Only birds moving
Making the scene dance a bit
Only them singing
Even with silence it fits.

Shadows of feathers
On a tree-kind wall
There to feel better
When the time is cold.

Some days are dark
Some days are cold
But today is none of those
Soon it will change
And fill the air
With crystallized water

The same one that felt
Before and shorten the trees
The same one that we
Love for it s proprieties.

Light fading away
As everyday
Mind falling asleep
As a precious need.

• Acoustic
• Experimental
• World
• chanson
• jazz
• orchestral
• Montreal