Celestial harpstrings resonate in the silent dark,
weaving tales of ancient stardust,
falling softly, tracing outlines of galaxies bound in breathless arcs.
Listening; whisper of the cosmos in bloom,
songs unfurling like a nebula’s embrace,
time dances in rhythmic pulses, eternal and pacific.
Constellations of Thought link.
When galaxies sigh; when comets weep trails of light,
echo the lullabies of yon space, known only to the ageless stars.
The symphony of cosmic warps, a cadence unmatched,
harmonious voids breathing, sighing vakas and nadhas
in each stellar ripple learned in eons’ repose.
Origins of melody told in silence.