...in the middle of the aftermidnight...

Poetry and music share rhythm, emotion, and structure, so in a way, poetry could be seen as a song waiting for a melody. But at the same time, poetry has its own unique power, using just words to create music in the reader’s mind.

"I am afraid my heart will get walled in by your high towers of steel and glassWhile I dream alone, a multitude of stars twinkling in my eyesThis world rapidly shrinks as the discontent grows until we face an impasseWhere we stare in fear at each other, stuck in our own pretty lies."*

*Excerpt from "...In the middle of the aftermidnight...", now available on Amazon.