The wise say you can hear nothing in the void of space, but below their words, a secret tale is told; the stars are said to sing an ancient melody, an eternal chorus, a great song. In those solitary bases, so rarely visited by passing ships, what is heard by the crew of a single soul? In those long interims with nothing but stars, what do those lonely keepers hear?
Is it silence?
Is it music?
Gazing out at the lights of heaven, a light itself, lost in the interminable black, the spaceport waits abandoned, listening to the silent stars.
Tale Told 