Let Stars Sing Without the Moon

We were born in different cosmogonies

The galaxy defines a barrier

Where you are singing in colors

While I’m watching you in a black or white movie

Dust and particles are everywhere around here

They must have blinded my eyes

Covering my conscience

That’s when you decided to save me

You offered colors

You tried to clean up

But how could the blind tell a difference between things they can’t feel?

And how could the moon still be a moon without its origin from debris?

Stars are meant to be singing together

As you already are bound up with each other

The moon is meant to be observing in solitude

As it already is too late to escape from my fate

Yet the melodies you sing

And the beats you make together

Are emitting beams of love

On a frequency that is out of my touch

The moon restraints its magnetic field

As it is turning around in jealousy

Outside the chorus

And it knows what dissonance it could cause to be in

The rules of priority heal and hurt

I’m the one who receives the pain

And I have to

So that the balance can be maintained for your continuous luminance

Let the stars sing

Let the moon perish

I’ll satellite

Over the signals left unheard