I wonder which tune the heavens dance to?
What keeps their antiquated love so strong?
Graciously tugging at each other without a care in the universe
Round and round they go, will they ever stop?
Nobody knows.

From an earth-out view, outer-space is an empty ballroom
Fixed.
As you listen closely, your heartbeat erodes your static view
You close your eyes to hear the rhythm
To possibly detect signs of the shuffling of interstellar feet
Gentle movements of bodies in sync
Seemingly in touch with some beautiful reality beyond your grasp.
Lose yourself in the motion
Flow with the smooth lines of day and night
You'll start to see that love is the music
Manifested through dance for those deaf to the chiming motion.
Neither one tries to possess the other
For they are locked in a dynamic embrace, forever exchanging intuitive acts of kindness
As the sun gently warms the morning, preparing for a full embrace
I know it's the music