In the silent symphony, stars whisper,
twinkles in a cosmic ballet,
the heartbeat of galaxies,
each pulsating with ancient tales.
No breath without space,
rhythm sets the cosmic dance,
eternal echoes in the void,
the language of the untouched.
A nebula's sigh, a comet's smile,
threads weaving through realms,
softer than a dream's shadow,
vibrant as the birth of light.