I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being.

Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that.

I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played.

I’m moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that’s how we really are.

I don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut.

Tell me what's the difference

My poems are more my silence than my speech. Just as music is a kind of quiet. Sounds are needed only to unveil the various layers of silence.