Starfield:BorealUS - Music Slate

---Starscapes---

Seabirds baying over a passion-bled sky

Ocean waves mewing softly, whispering furtively to a seashell

Never knowing the seashell will betray its song

The song will cry, the earth is not your father, and the sky is not your king

For a canticle of stars awaits for those who do not look, but leap

---Sounds I Love---

The flutter of a paper bag

Hot oil on a frying pan

Soft bristles swishing on hard teeth

The boom of a grav jump

The groan of old machines, adjusting their bones

The sound of an exhale, after a good hug

---Ideas and Musings---

The universe is a song, a melody. We are its notes, dancing on interstellar sheet music. I float toward the Middle C, the center of everything, and find the drumbeat of my own heart. I listen to the rhythm of the stars, and find plumes of stardust in my own breath.

And I know then that what was lost will be found again. Ancient vibrations, hymns of the dead. They sing a dirge for those who have not yet lived.