We cannot hear the stars and planets scream. Not from here, not with such buffers as near-vacuum and huge dust sheets between us and them. Yet if you held a microphone up close enough, you would hear the screaming of cycling fusion, tectonic shift and celestial childbirth. I prefer to think that if any emotion were associated with that violence of noise, it would be Joy, gladness to be turning the gears of Reality. So let us pull the microphone  back far enough to make glad whispers of the screams.