Who made the stars dance?

There was magic in the stars that night.

The last time I saw them they were dead, just cold lights in the sky.

Now they danced without movement. They danced to a rhythm that was their own, following an ancient tune only they could hear.

But who made the stars dance?

Was it her, with her wisp of a smile? Was it him with the light gone from his eyes?

Or was it me with my pattering heart, filled to the brim with bubbling starlight?

That night I fell asleep to the rhythm of the stars.

 

 

Daily Prompt:Rhythmic

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