When a star burns black, But no one is around to hear it, it screams the last, lingering, piercing note, of a symphony written for a dying wish, and a lost dream.
Finally imploding into silence where even the brightest of lights, is lost in hollow darkness.
On Facebook, I asked people to give me a first line, and I'd write a poem with it. My ex-boyfriend put "When a Star Burns Black." This was the result.