Apartment pool

[the french these days]

For sure it has a bit of ambiance to it. Not my cup of tea but I'd for sure love to throw my opinion in.

By the window, (I like this line split.)
a child wakes from the light.
Stirring on his mattress,
he watches the walls of his room
live & die (A little confused about this. Maybe you're looking for a specific image that I'm just not picking up?)
live & die
from the strange electric glow,
still dancing in rhythm
to the hiss of the city night. (I feel as though this was paced nicely, however I would have loved some more concise verbs so that I could've gotten a better picture of exactly what was happening--seeing as this poem is pretty much all about that nostalgic imagery)