Thomas Hayward – Mirrors
A misty night on le plateau Mont-Royal. Going from bar to bar. looking for some sense. The crowd of lost …
Archives de Catégorie: Thomas Hayward
Thomas Hayward – Waves of Birth
From the abyss of my soul. I asked mother nature for some understanding. She too was suffering. She washed away …
Thomas Hayward – Icarus
The love felt almost divine. It was warm and welcoming. Just like home. I pursued it without seeing the warning …
Thomas Hayward – Brest Montréal
The raindrops of the white city. Reminiscence of another life. The sounds of my tinnitus becoming more and more oppressive. …
Thomas Hayward – Love is bold
She passed away the day I flew to Montreal. I used to sing to her when I was little “ …
Les Cosaques des Frontières 