Stars, You Do Not Scream

Greetings, stars.
    Are you enjoying your isolation, high above the clouds?
Perhaps it is better to stay apart.
Here we have knives
    and murderers
    and evil.
There you have silence
    and quiet,
    just gases
    and rocks
But here there is noise.
Here are screams of pain,
    Moans and sighs of grief and struggle.
    There, you have silence.
        But here, we have screams.
Screams of misery, screams of desertedness.

But we also have a different type of scream.
    We have screams of exhilaration, of delight,
    Shouts, claps of fervor and the strange hiccup 
        of laughter.
    We have the sigh of relief, O! sweet relief!
    The roar of happiness
    The whisper of meaning.

Stars,
    Perhaps it is better that we stay apart.
For you have only silence,
    But we have screams and whispers. 

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