Music was still ringing in my ears
As I stepped out under the stars.
Black, and frost, and midnight.
Just the wheel of the world
Going round over my head.
Black space, like rhythm.
The space between the notes.
The breath before the song.
Huge space, big as an indrawn breath.
The stars shape the space into stories.
Muse: VerbA state of deep thought or dreamy abstraction
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