In a land where stars make melodies, the silence plays a flute. The moon hums along, while the night sky dances with invisible strings.
The stars listen with big ears, waiting for the sound of happiness, the echo of a dream. Lullabies they call them, stories read by the winks of galaxies.
Empty spaces are filled with sound waves, like ripples on a pond of quietness. Each silence, an orchestra. Orchestrate your silence.
And when the dawn comes, the instruments rest. Tomorrow, they will play again in the little corners of the cosmos.