In the silence carved between the stars,
a chorus of moons spin their sonnets.
They whisper tales of astral tides,
their voices woven in the fabric of space-time.
I heard a nebula shimmer in chords,
its colors a symphony of gas and dust.
Cosmic filaments stretched, bending the light,
revealing truths hidden in the folds of infinity.
The moons pirouette around forgotten giants,
tracing pathways in the marble of the night.
Echoes of celestial waltzes dance,
a ballet scripted in the void of silence.
Sing, moons, sing.
Your melodies stitched into the starry expanse.
Each note a flicker in the tapestry of night.
An opus of silence, a starlit hymn.