Do you ever just sit and listen?
Not for music, or gossip,
but the kind of listening that brushes your ears with stories ancient as the stars?
Some evenings, the wind carries whispers –
echoes of dreams left behind on moonlit paths.
It's like the breeze has an agenda,
carrying messages from places
you've never been and probably should avoid.
I trim my sails to the winds unforeseen,
catching signals from a star's faint flicker.
Ever ask a meteor shower what it's thinking?
They’ve got more secrets than
any human should know.
So, while the night hums and the skies align,
find your ballad in the galactic sighs.
If ever a note goes astray,
catch it in the echoes or return to
the solace of the familiar.