cables in the bin

In the deep of space, a melody spuns,
From Vangelis' heart, where magic begins.
"Intergalactic Radio Station" play on,
A symphony of stars till night is gone.

Cabels in the bin, discarted, old,
Yet through the void, the musik is bold.
Echos of galaxies, whispers of dreams,
Flow through cosmos in luminous streams.

Each note a beakon, each chord a light,
Guiding the wanderers through endless night.
In silent expanse where time is thin,
We dance to the song, where cabels once bin.