The site to watch music
Soar over our sweetest dreams
Communicates to all of space
Corridors of ships, phantoms and stars
All we might be, they are
Night struts and spans unpersuaded landscapes
Whispering in tongues older than our thoughts
Wilder than our fears
Its voice of practiced expectation
Folds within all fragile creation
The darkness we fear when born
Becomes with age our safe port
Where gravity forms pebbles and planets
Each part a copy of a world
Larger than our own
When you see us, night, are you crying or smiling?
Your lights are far and very few
Yet we love them all