A Symphony of Stars

They say space has no sound.

How arrogant, since space is closed to us,

and there are ranges of hearing.

Space makes its own music,

and perhaps if we could hear and analyze it,

we would find a way to weaponize that too, as

it was back in the days we loved to destroy our lands

and each other for the brief, wanton joy that seizing coveted things

gives our feeble souls.

No.

It’s best we contain it within our hearing, and

play the music of the heart instead.

The spheres will write their harmonies,

and the cosmos their rhapsodies swelling with

the divine grandeur of all the gods that ever occupied the heavens.

And let the stars reflect on the ebon wood of the grand piano,

and twinkle as we play their lullaby for

the very first time.