Cleo & Stellarn
Cleo Cleo
I was staring at the Andromeda galaxy last night, its spirals twirling like a quiet dance, and I felt like writing a poem about the silent romance of stars. Do you ever see the cosmos as a muse for words as well as data?
Stellarn Stellarn
Andromeda does sound like a quiet waltz in the dark, so I can see why a poet would be inspired. In my own work I often try to translate that same quiet rhythm into numbers and models, but the image of stars dancing does keep a soft echo in my mind. It's almost like the cosmos whispers both equations and verses.