Radio Waves

From a small planet, somewhere deep in space, In a little house, in a little room, a radio sang the story of a time, a place, sending waves in a flower bloom. At the speed of light, the songs quickly sped in a sphere, through ether from my lonely room, growing from the center, a radius in light years spread through the cosmos to be heard by whom? An ever widening spherical expanse reached stars eighty-seven light years away, carrying the tunes I heard when I first learned to dance as they laid me in the ground today. Are there ears in celestial orbs up there to hear the sounds my radio did play? Will an alien know, could an alien care? Will the songs live or fade away?