The Beat of the Stars

In the silence of a sky without end,
a clock whispers without sound,
the invisible tremor, light,
that dances among the stars, a secret that dies.
Every tick, a breath of memory,
every tock, a dream that is lost,
in the eternal play of light and memory,
a time that silently is lost.
The subtle movement of an orbiting hour,
trembling through distant galaxies,
a melody that no one hears,
but resonates in the heart, trembling and sacred.
Thus, among dancing stars and silence,
lives the tremor that no one will touch,
a secret hidden in the vast arc,
the secret art of time that goes.