If the stars could speak

My soul would not be silent;

My hands would pound with rhythm,

My feet would reverberate across the Earth

And my eyes would spill galaxies.

My fingertips would bring lightning,

snapping across African savannas

Seedlings would sprout

around the shell of my ear,

And music would bruise my heart

If the stars could speak,

I would fill this world

With the melody purring

Through my veins

And ricocheting around my skull.

I would discover every

hidden corner in this world

and memorize each face of this earth.

I would count those stars,

As they sang,

far above my head.

I would teach my voice to swing high 

and low

and teach my fingers to strum tunes

Stuck on the far outreaches of my consciousness.

If the stars could speak,

my essence,

My will

Would spark and glow and pop

against the velvet backdrop

Of Time and Space.

If the stars could speak,

oh, if they could

this world would be

ever so much brighter.