In the vast theatre of the cosmos, where nothing is rarely and less ever spoken, traces of movements sing the songs of ancient actors.
Here, a pirouette leaves trails of stardust, unseen by the own eyes it fades from, seen only by the eternities unknowing of all.This silence dances.

When meteors whisper sweet nothings to ordinary images of Gemini,
an unheeded echo of eternal crescendos opus primordial silence.
Did you hear the revolving guidance of celestial waltz?
The orbital clock knows phantom inquiries through its ticking arrows.

The solitude between heavenly words composes an undocking hymn,
Chorus unheard, dimmed amid a supernova elegance.
Step lightly, for your shadow knows no time in the spiral’s fold.
For you too are amidst these measures - will you dance or drift?