A quiet whisper in the night

All the noise I can stand.

The pounding in a beating heart,

My sensitive fingers feel.

But what whisper, and what heart?

For there is no one here

Save the stars.

Scientists call them fancy names

I never bothered to learn.

To me, warriors of old and

Newly fallen friends grace

The inky blackness of space.

They whisper, and maybe it is just

My heart, yearning to join.

For what good is there here,

For what purpose do I go on?

That whisper calls me,

But then I wonder if I

Would join the warriors

For how stand I?

I have done nothing worth honor,

I would not join the ranks of glory.

I would drift between,

Never able to become a star,

Never able to live again…