Starlight sketches upon the firmament canvas,
The night an orchestra tuning its celestial instruments.
A melody born of the cosmos’ sigh,
Notes drifting from astral winds, shared whispers among the spheres.
Gather the fragments, a lunar assembly line,
Where halos interrupt silence, cradling terrestrial pulse we call time.
The orbita waltz, dancers upon an endless carousel,
Gravity a gentle hand upon the shoulder of forgotten dreams.