The Music

The music of the universe
An awesome creation
And its symphony plays
As we look on.

Feeble humans watch
As worlds turn
And ages pass us by
As we stand and weep.

A moonlit night
Silence shattered
By a tune that cries
Of the beauty.

So much still left
But broken, destroyed,
But the music plays
For that which remains. 

The End

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