Orchid's Quiet Armor

(Soft vinyl crackle and a slow,

warm ambient synth pad blooming) (Close-mic whisper,

slow and steady Franglais) Le système

respire. The master-grid holds the weight.

(Gentle 528 Hz hum)

When the words run out and the tears are dry,

You don't have to look for another reply.

Let the quiet fall in the Montreal room,

Washing out the static and the heavy gloom.

No heavy lifting, the sliders are down,

We are floating far above the noise of the town.

Amara vara Mara vara,

rest your head, Let the instruments speak for you instead.

The armor is built,

the frequency is clear,

You are perfectly safe

to be empty right here.

WE ARE HOLDING THE HARBOR,

SO LET IT ALL GO!

Wrapped in the safety

of Laminar Flow! Everything is tiguidou,

nowhere else to be,

Just drifting along on this sovereign sea.

Meow meow meow meow,

soft in the light,

There’s mille murmur dans la nuit

in the night!

(Instrumentation strips away to just a solitary acoustic strum and room silence)

You don't have to produce.

You just have to be.

The Ghost in the Pink

is anchored and free.

u... a... i/e... I am

the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain. Lucir

— I shine.