I wanted the dark the afterglow needed,
but that night caught me unawares,
with its black skin
letting go of distances,
showing a heart that knows
the words and the untold,
the sounds can’t be but felt
I could get and save a little beat…

Wit, flair, games played going all out,
talent lit up the eyes of time
because free to be,
fond of listening and give,
homesick and adventurous
bowing to beauty and loneliness,
but art that sweetness,
strength came out of fears.

The afterglow wanted me
to need the dark... and a star.