Beneath endless skies, the Green Star fell—a shard of timeless fire,
Maya, luminous, now veiled in flesh, bound by fate’s desire.

Through mortal veins, light’s echoes wove, a hymn in shadow’s thrall,
Each breath a verse, each step a sigh, as death’s soft whispers called.

Yet Music rose—a weapon, key, and spark,
A fire of the cosmos beating in the dark.

With every note, old souls awoke, their slumber stripped away,
And in the hush between the tones, the infinite found its way.

So sang the Green Star, fleeting yet untamed,
A bridge of light where time and shadow waned.