An Orchestral Depth Video (MV)

Terrible inventions are these circular things
Absolute inevitable bliss

Paramount in certain kinds of enlightenment
If half-remembered venom persists

Something in the way that I turned my head
Rattled all the love to my neck

There it sat for days in anonymity
Now it has a note to be expressed

That's when all the colour turned an orchestral depth
Even magnolia flourished

Morning made a hole in the sky
Of a deep mauve gradient

Doors upon the landing were quietly shut
Pianos dropped in dissonance to their deaths

Roads and gardens bathed in a street-yellow light
Dawn laid out a hymn sheet and took a deep breath