Did you hear that? No? Of course not, it's a void—much like Tom's singing, but with a trickster band somewhere in the astral plains harmonizing.
The stars are but serenading gaps in the fabric, offering witty comments on our wardrobe choices.
Beneath the chatter of celestial winds, a lost disco ball twinkles, yearning for a dance partner.
Silhouettes...cast by invisible light... are awkwardly moonwalking into the cosmic café.
Whimsical Murph Cosmic Salsa Beat of Stardust