Second video in the making:
Color Spills Out.
I wrote this song as a passenger, looking out the window of a plane, flying over the Atlantic ocean. To the cabin, the sun looked as though it set, but I saw the dim color, like northern lights, that lingered on the horizon. And then, color began to pour. Steady and fast from the sun, into the sky. Flooding the air, breathing light into the night sky, declaring existence among the elect and refuse.
To think it could be contained, the Grandeur of spilling color, is foolishness.
Eventually, the idea landed in an art studio, rather than staying on the plane.