Now that this strange season of silence is here
I don’t trust my memory of the sound of your voice
or the small exclamations of joy or pain
that I thought slipped your lips
and hung in the air
like frozen waves waiting to crash
Just to hear the sound of your breathing
would be more magical than any melody
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A veteran of NYC’s underground music scene, Mike Power played on the stages of such beloved lost venues as CBGB’s and Kenny’s Castaways, as well as stalwart surviving ones like Arlene’s Grocery and the Bitter End as singer/songwriter/bassist with Late Model Humans. In 2020, quarantining from the global pandemic he worked remotely with other artists to record a collection of new music called Observations, that infuses his punk roots with introspective acoustic pieces.
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Words & Music by Mike Power 
Gorgeous poem.
that I thought slipped your lips
and hung in the air
like frozen waves waiting to crash…
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