BENEATH THE STARS

When will it be known ?

The fruit of seeds sown

By wizened hands

conducting a galactic orchestra

With a billion moving instruments

What is written in the stars ?

The music for ten guitars

in interstellar code

Kept hidden for millennia

While awaiting an audience

When will we hear the harmony ?

Of particles colliding in fury

At random intersections

criss-crossing the vast space

that we call the universe

What is in store ?

For shells upon the shore

Strewn along the sand, open mouthed

Agape, waiting for that concert

Beneath the stars

A line or Phrase from Ten Guitars (Engelbert Humperdinck)