The Wetted Leaf - Flora Bellamy (Official Audio)

one green frond, a steady mist, and a duffel by the chair 🌺 Warm tropical-house at 114 BPM with plucked synths, soft mallets and a rolling bass, for a quiet afternoon when love is in the balance. Listen to the full catalog:    / @florabellamy   for the mist and the hallway... you are misting the big frond by the window while someone you love packs a bag down the hall. the little click of the trigger is the one steady sound keeping the kitchen from falling silent. neither of you mentions the open door, and the not-saying is loud. you are too tired to walk away and not sure you can stay, all in one breath. afternoon light lands on the kitchen tile while the day begins to pass. before either of you says where this has always been, the trigger clicks beneath your thumb again. your coat is still resting where it always hung. are you stepping in or turning back? for the person holding something small and steady while everything else is about to change. for a slow walk or a quiet afternoon at home when you want something warm with a gentle pulse. if you love melodic pop, chill tropical house and soft dance-pop, this sits right beside them. still green against your palm, the wetted leaf holds a small calm in the middle of the ache. the water gathers on the cedar floor and all the evening waits by the door. a tender, graceful vocal over plucked synths and a round kick, for a goodbye that has not been said yet. Lyrics Look at the wetted leaf against the pane While the hallway holds a quiet strain Hold the bottle in your resting hand Watching how the light begins to land The brass-tipped nozzle makes a steady beat As water drops upon the cedar seat Your heavy duffel waits beside the chair And neither of us breathes the summer air The sun is amber on the kitchen tile And we have stayed apart a little while The trigger clicks beneath your thumb again Before we say where this has always been Weighing the silence by the open door Not sure if we can live here anymore Look at the wetted leaf upon the glass Watching the afternoon begin to pass It stays so green against the fading light Inside the quiet of a closing night Just set it down or let the feeling stay We are too tired to walk away Your coat is resting where it always hung We said the hardest things that could be sung The floorboards answer with a hollow sound Without a single piece of common ground You stare right through into the garden wall Deciding if this is the final fall The trigger clicks beneath your thumb again Before we say where this has always been Weighing the silence by the open door Not sure if we can live here anymore Look at the wetted leaf upon the glass Watching the afternoon begin to pass It stays so green against the fading light Inside the quiet of a closing night Just set it down or let the feeling stay We are too tired to walk away The water gathers on the cedar floor With all the evening waiting by the door Are we stepping in or turning back To walk alone along a quiet track? Look at the wetted leaf upon the glass Watching the afternoon begin to pass It stays so green against the fading light Inside the quiet of a closing night Just set it down or let the feeling stay We are too tired to walk away The wetted leaf Still green against your palm Flora Bellamy is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #melodicpop #afternoonplaylist