Kepler and Sol (feat. Kirsty Merryn)

The perfect chord had already been played

Six billion years before we learned to hear.

Mercury in treble, Saturn, bass

And Earth and Venus mellow, low and clear.

 

Like a mote of dust in the morning sky.

 

The perfect concord of the spheres suspends

Their ceaseless orbiting in space and time.

So men, they say, made music to pretend

A million lifetimes in that moment’s chime.

  

But others say we might still hear the sun

A hundred million miles away from here

Calling back his kin as space expands;

A note too deep and slow for human ear.