The Silent Dance of Hours Tra le stelle

In the silence, a subtle ticking,
a whisper of time that grazes the sky,
a clock dances, light, among stars on a leash,
awakening dreams hidden in the darkness.
The hands graze infinity,
every movement a secret revealed to immensity,
a guardian of minutes that vanish into eternity,
leaving traces of a past that does not fall silent.
And while the firmament hears its falsetto,
silence becomes music, an intimate prayer,
a beat that unites the heart with the universe,
in the hidden rhythm of time without end.