Adagio for Strings and Stars

Sometimes I fantasize about being a spaceman, about pushing off from my ship and just floating away. A never slowing, never ending glide through the heavens. In my ears symphonies, in my eyes the stars.

How far would I travel? What new things would I see? Blinded by the infinite space, infinite quiet, and infinite beauty, I would continue to float silently, effortlessly, and peacefully.

The music will never have sounded better than on such a stage. My breathing echoing softly in my helmet. I would become a spaceman with no mission or destination. Just a traveller journeying to one conclusion. And even after I have closed my eyes for the final time I would continue to float ever further away.