In the hush of the cosmos, a solitude sings,
Hers are tales of quiet embarkations,
Where stars whisper secrets to the void,
Leaving echoes of a cacophony unheard.
Do we float, adrift like these silent constellations,
As unstated desires carve paths in the astral sand?
Every heartbeat is a silent departure,
Every breath a word unsung.
Reflection upon reflection, we are mirrored in silence,
Remembered not in accolades but in the gentle kiss of night.
When will the stars learn to speak,
If silence itself is a song, what then of its lyrics?