This short collection of poems was made for leisure reading with coffee in the right light. Chronicling the palpitations of the heart separated from its object by many miles, it toes the line between creativity and futility, and being hopelessly enamored with language and literature. It aims to toy with the strings of the heart and remind the reader that longing is the low pitch of a sensuous song; without it, the choir of the breast sings out of tune.
If you're looking for words that will move you, and poetry that will pull you in and take you on a journey, then you found it. I think virtually anyone of any age could read this and find something within it to identify with. I'm not an avid poetry reader, but I would definitely read another book of poetry by Martin.