In the quiet chambers of my chest,
Where silence weaves its sacred nest,
My heart sings a melody, soft and true,
A hymn to the universe, old and new.
It echoes the rhythm of cosmic dance,
A symphony of stardust, a cosmic trance,
Each beat a mantra, a whispered prayer,
Seeking the essence beyond time’s snare.
Through valleys of longing and peaks of grace,
My heart sings, seeking its destined place,
In stillness, it finds the eternal refrain,
A song of love, where all sorrows wane.
So let it sing, this ancient, wordless art,
A serenade to the cosmos, stitched with stardust,
My heart, a celestial harp, forever free,
In quietude, it weaves its cosmic tapestry.
