They all sing.
From the rumbling basso profundo of the greatest hypergiants, to the mellow tones of the main sequence stars, to the shrill pipings of the tiniest white dwarfs, the stars sing.
This chorus, and the audience too, is nothing less than the universe itself.
Each star is part of it, each planet, each hurtling asteroid, each molecule of gas drifting in infinite space, all adding their own complexities, vibrating in a harmony so vast that it brings reality itself into order.
Whatever may occur on one unimaginably minor planet matters little; the grand music of existence will continue.