“The harp is plucking stringing stars

Each glowing notes in turn they are

Singing ancient songs of light

And Bringing them sweetly into sight”

One burns two burns 3 and 4

Oh the magic and the lore

and Turning writing a most spectacular score

Shredding through years of light its flight

Is written clearly across the sky

And in the middle of the nigh

I watch this dance between the starry strings

Harp like notes and ringing rings

The stringing stars are what we are

And in those beads our spirits respond

To each and every single one

Each voice, each note each silver bell

Hear it now you can tell

And with the starry strings they fell

Down into my outstretched hand

Illuminating this very land

Like beaded webs of glowing strands

In this symphony I stand

A child of the stringing stars

Harp like heart

Shine like star.