It’s in the moments of clarity among the noise ridden airwaves that you hear it. Sometimes it is nothing more than a subtle beat that seems familiar, yet strangely new. The music you hear as you fall asleep, never remembering what you heard only that you have felt its seemingly warm embrace as you drift into nothingness. This music, this symphony of sound, is the voice of existence. It is the cry of an ever-dying universe, set on a track of endless life and death. It is the chorus of countless stars as they burn their places into the universe and slowly fade over time. The song of everything as it is, and never will be again, ever changing.
Prose, comments appreciated.