I remember stardust and moonlight shining so

faint, yet so brilliant our world was

dark in comparison.

I remember the song the stars sang, a song of

freedom greater than the bounds of


All these things I remember through a life

which was not mine to live, yet I still


A life of music and emotion where all

enjoyed the freedom to dance through the

heavens above.

Although the memory of such freedom, strong

and clear, brings greater pain each day,

many will never feel it.

If stars could shed tears, then we should

weep together, for the beauty lost so

long ago...