Coldplay & Celestine
Do the stars hum in a key you could hear?
They do, but only in the quiet places between our thoughts, in a key that feels more like a memory than a note, a hum you can feel in the air, not quite heard but always there.
What echo does that memory carry, if not the pulse of the unseen sky?
It’s the quiet whisper of hope, a soft rhythm that lingers long after the lights go out, like a gentle heartbeat that keeps the world turning.
Does that gentle pulse match the rhythm of the constellations, or is it a lone star beating in a quiet dark?