In the quiet chambers of my chest,

Where silence weaves its sacred nest,

My heart sings a melody, soft and true,

A hymn to the universe, old and new.

It echoes the rhythm of cosmic dance,

A symphony of stardust, a cosmic trance,

Each beat a mantra, a whispered prayer,

Seeking the essence beyond time's snare.

Through valleys of longing and peaks of grace,

My heart sings, seeking its destined place,

In stillness, it finds the eternal refrain,

A song of love, where all sorrows wane.

So let it sing, this ancient, wordless art,

A serenade to the cosmos, stitched with stardust,

My heart, a celestial harp, forever free,

In quietude, it weaves its cosmic tapestry.