The Dragonfly Chronicles
2026 | Music Video
Director Philippe Léonard
Launched on the summer solstice, The Dragonfly Chronicles is a meditation on the theme of metamorphosis. The work traces a journey from past to present, in which the dragonfly, guardian of the ephemeral and daughter of the wind, symbolizes change... the passage from shadow to light... rebirth...
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You lie beyond the horizon
On an island of light
I bow to your beauty
And your flashing grey eyes
Even though you are invisible
Starlight reflects on your shield
As you move so graciously
In the night sky
Then, in my dreams
In full armor, you appear
Smile and say have no fear
The battle was won
Before it began
I rode the storm
One hand tied behind my back
Only to find solace
In the mud of the track
It all went down so well
That May Day
When the sky fell
I was there but I shan’t tellMy lips are bleeding
I’m lost for words
My wings are burning
Just like the Phoenix birdOn the lake
I hear echoes
Endless waves
Of skipping stones
And those crystal
Pledges of silence
They lay broken
Like windowpanes
From a distance
Rings a bell
A dog barks, somebody yells
I was there but I shan’t tellMy lips are bleeding
I’m lost for words
My wings are burning
Just like the Phoenix bird
In the abbey
I wake up
To a stormy dawn sublime
A revelation
Cuts like a diamond
Through space and time
Neither heaven, nor hell
From a sleepwalker’s dream
Duly expelled
I was there but I shan’t tellMy lips are bleeding
I’m lost for words
My wings are burning
Just like the Phoenix birdIn the end
All that was left
From the spoils of the theft
Was a rusted old mouth harp
And the pain that felt so sharp
Cast out forever
Free of all spells
I found out where
The dragonfly dwells
I was there but I shan’t tellMy lips are bleeding
I’m lost for words
My wings are burning
Just like the Phoenix bird
Directed by Philippe Léonard
Movement/Performance by Myriam Arseneault Campbell
Color graded by Jérémie Carvalho
Sentinel
Sentinel addresses the themes of death and immortality. It explores grief and the legacy of a mission, though the mission itself remains undefined, leaving room for interpretation. The premiere of Sentinel took place on June 21st, the day of the summer solstice.
2022 | Music Video
Director Philippe Léonard
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Stand vigil
Stand vigil
If you will
The old sentinel
Is fading awayHow can he still defend
What we have all forgotten
A safeguard so brave
Weapon at the ready
In the drifting snowHow do you say goodbye
To a man
Who’s already dancing in the skyStand vigil
Stand vigil
If you will
The old sentinel
Is fading away
Gave the word
To his son, the wanderer
Relieve me of duty
Take my place and stay the course…Mazes and routes
Closed spaces like memories from the body
Bone china prisons where tea used to be served
River in which Narcissus gazed at himself
Battlefields of our indifferences
Gypsy roads
Eternal faces and places
Broken up and bitten landscapes
Walls of silences
Sands that slip through our fingers
Secret gardens where one goes to cry
Tender or cruel masquerades
Strange parodies and jesters’ laughter
Magic lamps and hurricane lanterns
Trajectories of celestial objects
Winter solstice where Venus lay down to sleep
Stand vigil
Stand vigil
If you will
The old sentinel
Is fading away
He’s been called upon by the magic lady
Who paints the heavens in the northern sky© Robert Langlois
Leave No Trace
Released on a winter solstice, the song Leave No Trace evokes the eternal through an exploration of impermanence, the importance of the present moment, and the letting go of the ego.
2018 | Music Video
Director Philippe Léonard
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Fly, Raven, fly
A dark moon turns a blind eye
A drifting cloud tells a white lie
As you, Raven, write the Book of SkyLeave no trace but a song
Nobody is here for long
Leave no trace but a songPine trees in the soft wind
Needles gently swaying
Through the night will be dancing
As they write the Book of MountainLeave no trace but a song
Nobody is here for long
Leave no trace but a songGazing at my reflection
In the flowing water
Looking at the worst enemy
I will ever have to faceFlow and flow, running water
Gone forever
Still the gentle rain
Will write the Book of RiverLeave no trace but a song
Nobody is here for long
Leave no trace but a song© Robert Langlois