A Celestial Spectacle

Alone on my bare terrace at night,
staring up towards the heavens,
I see a vast black easel embedded with cherry white dots of sparkling light,
like a patchwork of colours splashed carelessly on a canvas, the night sky glows bright,
a shooting star, two falling stars,
like streaks of dripping wet paint on an unfinished painting,
or tears of the artist on a work of art well done?