Beneath a tapestry of infinite velvet night,
the cosmos hums a symphony unheard
by ears woven of earthly threads.
Each star—a note, a stanza, a sonnet unto itself,
dances in a silence louder than thunder,
resonating with the heartbeat of galaxies
unfolding their stories in sultry refrains.
Can you hear the nightingale's echo
beneath the celestial canopy,
or feel the astral phantom,
swaying to the unplayed sonatas of the void?
Starlight cradles a billion unsung songs,
each melody a whispered secret of creation,
longing for a listener,
a voyager to unearth the octaves of infinity.
Close your eyes, and leap into the abyss,
there lies the epiphany,
a journey through nebulous crescendos,
where every breath quenches the thirst of stardust.