The story of an universe

Universes are born every step of the way
Sometimes springing from the depths of green eyes
With little blue spots.
Some are universes of love,
Continuously expanding with accelerating speed,
Lighting new stars,
A perpetual swarm of glow-worms on the night's sky.
But what sense does the most beautiful lights
In the most unexpected colors of the spectrum make
When the eyes they are destined to stay shut?
What sense do the sounds of galactic symphonies make?
When the years they are sung to
Prefer, maybe, the silence?
What sense does that universe has then,
With all its marvels and its beauty?
Why does it grow, why does it expand in the most unsuspected corners?
For who?
And then comes a time when the piano becomes silent...
Than the violin...
And soon all the universal cords of the orchestra become silent,
Stars die, one by one,
Like candles blown by a humid wind
In the rainy, forever sad, days
And the universe dies, with all its marvels
Lost forever.
And it will never reborn, it will never take another shape...
Never...
Yet another lost universe.
A story without a happy ending,
A tear in the lonely days on the cheeks of its creator.