The Ziggy Stardust hearts.

The Ziggys embarked on their giant spaceship.
Holding guitar-guns, they marched in like troopers.
Impatient, determined to take off and look for some kind of astrial leadership.

Throughout the journey, they came across other earth losers,
all  marching towards the unknown corners of infinity.
Looking for leaders of thought and dealers of affinity.

Slowly, earth turned into past, moon into future.
Hope went mute.
Calendars died.
Guitars took control.
Music survived.