Whispers in nebular breeze,
tune an orchestra upon the gas cloud's edge,
violin notes made from stardust particles
scattered across time's fragile latticework.
Echoes of the silent sun
synthesize shadows,
weaving songs in cosmic abandonment;
lucent echoes strike the celestial anvils.
The galaxy spins in a cosmic pirouette,
drawing a gentle hymn of light and void,
whilst the stars hum serene anathemas
to dreams carried through radiant dew.
fold unheard words to the tapestry
of universal repose,
harvest the silences upon
tonight's interstellar horizon.