Poem: What do you make of the stars?

By isak, June 10, 2010

Written by Tim Mayor; Read by Ben Taylor
(“Dedicated to all the children here tonight.”)


Would you look at the number of stars out tonight,
I can’t think when I’ve ever seen starlight so bright.
You can see why they say it’s romantic, all right;
All those men with Flamenco guitars.
Can you find what your ancestors pictured up there?
Can you pick out the archer, the dog and the bear?
Do you know that the starlight is crowning your hair
with the wealth of the last of the Czars?

I don’t know how much stargazing’s ever been worth.
I don’t know that the heavens acknowledge the Earth,
But it seems like a star did a dance at your birth.
Tell me, what do you make of the stars?

Do you dream of a day when a rocket appears,
And you scramble aboard and discover the gears
And the next thing you know you’re a thousand light years
From this strange little planet of ours?

And you look out the window, and what do you see?
Is it anything like what you thought it would be?
They say, “traveling is broadening”, don’t you agree?
Tell me, what do you make of the stars?

If you go, I should warn you that somewhere in space
There’s a great big black hole with a scowl on its face,
And it’s eating the stars at a furious pace,
Just like you go through chocolate bars.

I don’t want you to worry, but what would you say
If you woke up some otherwise wonderful day
And were told that a Black Hole was headed YOUR way
Tell me, what do you make of the stars?

When we’re young we like anything fiery and bright
Like the Fourth of July or a Christmas tree light.
We strike big kitchen matches, although it’s not right,
And stick glow-worms in mayonnaise jars.

But someday we’ll grow older, as most people do,
We’ll look up at the sky and the stars and they’re no longer new.
So we’ll have to ask somebody little, like you,
Tell me, what do you make of the stars?

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  1. Kevin R Akerman says:

    Hi Ben,
    Many years ago I VHS recorded your performance on PBS.
    I remember breaking the tabs off the video tape cassette after the broadcast.
    Because I did not then realize who you are, or how 10-15 years later how I would come to love your music. All i felt was blessed to have caught you reading this poem.
    I watched over & over until I had it memorized. Tonight alone I sat quietly looking up at the night sky and it came back to me. I remembered 95% of it.
    Thank you, for wonderful sounds and beautiful words. You remind me of who I was, who I want to be again after many years in addiction. I got a 60 day chip tonight, I had time to gaze at the heavens…I feel happy inside.
    Respectfully Yours~

  2. Paula Bacolini says:

    Hi Ben,

    I love your music and I love the poem. It is so touching and made me smile and realize that adults can enjoy the world through the eyes of a child: it’ make you look up at the sky and appreciate it all over again.

    I waa only 19 and came of age listening to the inspiring music of your parents Carly Simon and James Taylor and love them to this day.

    Thank you for following in their footsteps for the next generation.


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