In the silent orchestra of the universe, the stars converse,
A language woven in the fabric of night, a tapestry of dreams.

The moon hums to the earth, a lullaby of ancient rhythms,
While comets scribble in the sky with tails of luminous wisdom.

Listen closely, for the void has much to say —
Secrets of the nebula, the echoes of the Milky Way.

Somewhere amidst the cosmic dance, a voice calls out —
A siren of the stars, singing of places we long to know.