Benoît Pioulard - Anchor as the Muse

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Is in Its Clearest Form

Of Everything That Rhymes

And Relent

A Shade of Celadon

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

So Etched in Memory

Under the Break Arch

Whose Palms Create

As Would a Weaver

That Wounded Weathered

With No Advantage

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Initial B.P.

Calm Down

Lie To Me

Curtain Falls

When We Were Young

There She Goes

Nothing's Gonna Stop Me Now

I Want To Know What Love Is

Damn

Sabela

Fantasy

Make It Easy

Take Me Away

Sen Kaldın

Party Rock Anthem

Savaş (The War)