The Music in the Vast Darkness of Space

In the silence where no winds dare sigh,

Beyond the pull of earth and sky,

Where suns are born and stars collapse,

The void begins its soundless lapse.

But hush there is a music there,

Not played on strings or whispered air,

A hum within the cosmic shell,

Where time and gravity softly swell.

The echo of a comet’s flight,

The pulsing waves of dying light,

The whisper of a black hole’s spin,

The breathless song that dwells within.

No ear can catch this subtle tune,

Yet planets dance, and dust communes.

Photons waltz through veils unseen,

In rhythm set by forces keen.

Nebulas sigh in violet tones,

Galaxies chant in sacred drones,

And silence deep, immense, profound

Becomes the staff on which it’s bound.

Each orbit, each collapse, each flare,

Is written music, vast and rare,

Played out in scales of mass and time,

A symphony without a rhyme.

And though we float in this dark sea,

A fragile breath of memory,

Still, we can feel the ancient grace

The music in the heart of space.