The stars that fill my skull,
Galaxies within my soul,
Andromeda, are you hiding between my eyes?
Venus, are you the cradle of my demise?
Sounds of the universe echo throughout my being,
Crashes, roars and booms rattle the ear
However to me, they are whispers from somewhere.
These sounds, these melodies
These crimes against, humanity? These expressions
These shouts unto the void surround my person, their tendrils,
their whispers soothe my mind.
The same mind that never ceases to need, to cry.
Whispers in space
they echo through eternity,
with endless possibility
Here, on this rock
hurtling through a vaccum with no end in sight.
Yet, in this infinite unviverse
there is music.
It is as infinite as the void itself, changing,
evolving every day.
Without this gem upon creation
The nebulae in my soul would not dance
The black holes within my gut would not devour
The energy of a million suns would cease to fuel me
Without this simple aspect of reality
I would not be where I am today.
- Sit Musica -