It begins like a song. Soft pale colours like single notes on a piano echoing across the wide expanse of darkness. And then a burst of colours, the melody explodes. Bass, treble, sharp and flats higher and higher, layer upon layer twisting and twirling for their audience of stars. The harmony of pinks and blues, purples and greens, ebb and flow, rise and drop like an orchestra whose director is the night sky. Within seconds, they have reached their crescendo and as suddenly as it began the tempo falls, complex chords becoming single notes once more, as the vibrant colours melt back to the muted hues of yellow. Tapering off completely, the darkness envelopes the world once more as the stars blink with their applause. But even as the sky rests, exhausted from it’s heavenly performance, the song though finished, lingers on, a love ballard between earth and sky, entrancing all who are fortunate to bear witness to its ethereal chorus.