A melody composed by the cosmos,
notes born in celestial dust,
harmonies woven in stardust strings.
In the vast expanse of the universe,
a grand orchestra of celestial bodies,
each one an instrument playing its part.
The sun, a blazing conductor,
wielding its fiery baton,
guiding the planets in their dance.
Mercury, the fleet-footed violin,
whispering melodies with its swift orbit,
gracefully serenading the cosmos.
Venus, the sultry voice of the soprano,
her golden rays painting the sky,
her radiance captivating all.
Mars, the drums of war,
pounding to the beat of restless hearts,
echoing through the red-tinted night.
Jupiter, the regal pipe organ,
its massive presence resonating,
its majestic tones filling the void.
Saturn, the celestial harp,
strings stretched across shimmering rings,
plucked by cosmic hands creating ethereal sounds.
Uranus, the eccentric wind chimes,
their subtle whispers carried on cosmic breezes,
adding depth to the symphony.
Neptune, the haunting flute,
serenading lost sailors and forgotten dreams,
its melancholic melody echoing through the depths.
Pluto, the forgotten piano key,
once part of the grand ensemble,
now drifting alone, its sound softly fading.
And beyond the boundaries of our Milky Way,
in distant galaxies, unknown constellations,
the symphony continues, everlasting.
A celestial composition, the music of the cosmos,
a symphony conducting the eternal dance,
each note, each celestial body, playing its part.
And as we gaze upon the night sky,
we become a part of this grand masterpiece,
transfixed by the interstellar symphony.