Sometimes at night the stars make noise. I fit their sound around the quiet places in my heart. Sometimes at night I fold up into my box as the stars make noise. I fit smoothly among the quiet places. In my heart I feel two pulses sometimes at night. The blinking lipless stars make noise. I fit their sound around the quiet. Places in my heart are velvet rhyme sometimes. At night, the stars make love. By day I fit their sound into pale cashmere colors. Around the quiet I rest, mutely anointed and blessed. Places in my heart cry out for a lullaby sometimes at night. I fit that sound around the stars' noise.