The Music of the Stars
The music of the stars is
so very faint it is drowned
by the sounds of the city,
the steady drone of traffic,
the whine of sirens wailing
through day and night,
the clamor of crowds and
the hubbub of the media.
The music of the stars is
so very faint it is lost
in the static of the rain,
the timbres of the wind
batting against the trees,
in the rhythm of waves
consuming the shore.
The music of the stars is
so very faint, yet there
remain those of a certain
mind and heart who listen
hard enough to hear it,
never completely sure
what kind of music it is,
yet convinced it is the
one they must dance to.