Music Of The Stars Poem by brian odongo

The dark night clouds are starlit
As though to mock the moon
That arises at each twilight
To take the mantle from the sun
All united in an assignment
To light the dark auditorium below
The radiant stars gloriously move
Age to age whispering its adventures
It's the music of the stars
Singing of the past, present and future
Singing of a past heard in legends
Singing of a present felt by all men
Singing of a future obscure to mortals
It's the music of the stars

The inaudible lyrics of the stars
That needs neither lute nor lyre
To arouse the heart with its ancient rhyme
That chime that is older than any note
Like a spell enchants the audience
Its glory inspires the astronomer
Its music moves a poets' hand
It's the music of the stars
Singing to the 'deaf' mortal
Singing how his life is brittle
Singing how his life is ‘ little'
It's the music of the stars

The music of the stars:
Its melody wanes towards daybreak
Like a script come to a timely end
Its rhythm diminishes
Like the beats are fleeting from dawn
Its harmony dis-accords
Like the harpers string is breaking
It's the music of the stars
Singing a comforting ballad to the seafarers
Singing a solemn hymn to the wayfarers
Singing a loyal anthem to the soldiers
The day ends the vigil from the celestial stage
The morning stars continues the refrain
It's the music of the stars