The melody of far-off galaxies, an unending cadence. Stars hum their ancient tunes, a quantum composition where every note is lost in space but finds its echo in the heart of a nebulous cloud.
The echoes of stars
The twinkling whispers
An orbit of notes
And the silence steals in
Stealing in Stealing in
Silence steals in
Each stardust grain a note, each black hole a silence. Play it again, the music of the cosmos, limitless, timeless, just like the records trapped in their grooves, yearning for a new orbit, a new listener.