Peering into Orion’s Belt, here I am,
little old me,
staring into the eternity of darkness.
Constellations and the unknown wait to be solved,
by the knowledge of our world and the skies above us.
I listen to the ones beside me,
with harmonies like coffee, fruit, delicious chocolate,
I pick up my instrument and I play with them.
I am family within the sound of information.
They are my sisters and brothers that teach me.
The language of learning waits to be solved.
I delve into its madness,
its chaotic loveliness,
and I am inspired to reply to it.