The lights come on, but the stage is empty
A melody plays, but no one’s listening
Stars align, but no one’s watching
Inspiration flies, but there’s no pilot

Words are written without a writer
Wind blows with nothing to sway
The world keeps spinning with no axis
We are insignificant to the universe’s song

Our existence is a whirlwind of dust
When no one’s looking or listening
Amazing things transpire around us
But that doesn’t make them less special

A star is a star no matter how small
Dance without a tune, sing without a song
Write without a pencil, and exist without a purpose
Because the things that go unnoticed are the most beautiful