Under the velvet blanket of endless wonder,
the stars pirouette in serene delight.
Each glimmer a note, each twinkle a rest,
composing an opus of whispers from the void.
The firmament hums soft lullabies of ages past,
serenading the cosmos with woven light
and eternity spent in divine reverie.
Dance in circles, dear stars,
find solace in your cosmic ballet.
For in your loops lies our dreams,
eternally woven, silently sung.