Inside a dark room, people all around;
my heart beats fiercely, quickening my breath.
My bodyʼs hit with a mountain of sound,
adrenaline pulsing, ears in protest.
My hand reaches out, but theyʼre all too far
to see my face amongst this sea of eyes.
The wave becomes numb, itʼs dead like a scar.
Fingers glued to the gate, forever tied.
When almost fed up, he glanced over me.
I took it unnoticed, but later knew:
doesnʼt matter if itʼs you that they see,
as long as you sing along, they will too.
In the green lighting, I wish I could say,
though you will move on, your music will stay
YOU ARE READING
The Only Sonnet I Could Ever Write
PoetryA collection of poetry, sonnets and other, about the boy whose world and voice I fell in love with.
