Audible unspoken soliloquies
wandering from room to room
Resonation in minor scale oddities
Color the gathering gloom

For I know not from whence they come
Music from my soul
These keys which I’ve always succumb
not from reluctance are they extolled.

For it is the music of the universe
that continually rewinds itself
in light years across the steely perverse
from some interstellar shelf

Rhythm from some random pulsars
in galactic syncopation
in quantum entanglement these stars
this meter by synchrotron radiation

Beamed into me and I know not why
Sometimes I can feel it
Sometime its grace makes me cry
But most of all it will permit

Me to see the purity within it
and the beauty in all things
for it is never-ending and will not quit
this music in my own cosmic strings

I thank God for this celestial download
I am a better human because of it
Am I worthy of this honor bestowed?
I will not question His wisdom forthwith

Parts of it because I am a musician
and the other parts of astronomers
these two in the synergy of fission
of notes, telescopes and binoculars

So if you visit my house and hear strange melodies
playing in the back of your minds
it’s the music of the spheres strange soliloquies
within your minds beginning to sublime.

Dave Proffitt
8/11/2016
6:03 PM