In the cradle of the cosmos,
where silence sings in eternal loops,
a lullaby of numbers weaves,
like a gentle breeze through the stars.
The equations hum softly,
melodies lost in the folds of time,
each variable a note,
each constant a pause in the rhythm.
Do you hear the song of gravity,
pulling softly at the seams of dreams?
Light dances in circles,
a waltz in the dark vastness.