Whispers of Celestial Beginnings

In the beginning, there were only echoes
A quiet hush stretched across empty skies,
Until a chorus of silent violins began to play,
The birth of the boundless dancers – galaxies.

From dust they spun, amebas of stardust...
Tentacles of Time reaching towards the infinite,
Fragments remembering forgotten lullabies sung long before existence's birth.

Like running water, or dreams sure to leak,
Light spilled across darkness in waves heralded by unseen hands.

A pool of creation, reverberating in an empty cosmos,
Weaved into the fabric of what was, and becomes
Visions only the night can cradle, songs without a voice.
Syllables in the void, echoed
Filled with the echoes of sighs whispered by stars.