Feast of Stars
Through the rocky crags
we can see a whole feast of stars
laid out against the sky
in an infinite banquet
of sound
That kind of music
only comes in the night
when the last crescendo of day
fades into dark
with a savoring pause
The moon rises,
singing her light arias,
while the stars dance
sweetly with the sky
and the earth smiles in wonder
It is then that our minds remember
ourselves, each other,
and the bountiful concert
that no human instrument
ever played so well