I am the sun

Your smile is a precious gift to me. It's a rare treat, like hovering above a galaxy and seeing the only planet within it suitable for life. Out of 400 billion stars. A globed jewel in a region of space otherwise inhospitable to life. I would try to make a landing, but the task of such a mission leaves me laughing. The rules, the distance, the time it would take to get through to you. I'm sure there's plenty of other stellar phenomena in the way - and along the way. I'm sure you've narrowly escaped supernovae, avoided near asteroid collisions, seen all life within you extinguished, marked time after time by catastrophe. In all the eons that have passed I've seen you go from molten fissures to icy cold sheerness; all the way back again to bring and to bear new life in your landscapes. I've seen your shores polluted by the lies of many, seen them taunt and abuse your terrain, damming your rivers and stealing your heart. I've seen the promise of your surface, what things - how they sometimes mislead. But I have glimpsed your core as well, my globular sweet - so that even I, a Sun may find comfort warming myself by your center's fire and heat. For here it is told, that I am the sun, together we make a pair, but our system is one.

You can hear the keys being pressed into the piano's housing. Simply amazing.

Getting a lot of positive feedback on my graveyard shifts. Nearly everyone who walks up to the counter says I should be a DJ. Nearly all the albums I play no one has ever heard of, so they tell me. Damn, I must be doing something right? Been thinking about starting an internet radio station. The feedback confirms that I know I play the best music, kinda like Rob Gordon.

Only the best.

"...so now that the sun has set on this failed city, let us not raise our voices above a whisper. Let us not look into each-other's eyes, let us be safe in darkness, silence and still our hearts for a moment, or many moments. But most importantly, let us forget - until the cities are reclaimed by nature, until denial and greed have finally dried up all that once flowed, until the lie has perished, until all is as it should be, until next time." - Nights Behind the Treeline .Rollins

'...when no more light is left, only Music (in the form of radiowaves) will remain in the Universe..."