In the classical world, the number of musical notes that exist, is infinite
The frequency at which tuning forks vibrate, can be from nothing to anything
Yet in quantum town, the slippery slope down, to the lowest tone, of any sound
Is composed of individual steps, yet still with infinite choices, of pitches to sing
But these planets, atoms and waves, don’t want to play, to equal temperament
The intervals between constants, can’t be tuned, on fixed-pitch instruments
Flexibly tuned fretless guitars, beat any keyboard buttons by far
Then, just bend the thing, to loosen a string, and reach any classic pitch, you desire
Bend a grand piano?
Impossible, I know
And even light
Has this fight
So our duet, can’t play the show…
You can probably, wave goodbye
To the music of the spheres
The harmonies of this cruel quantum world
I fear, has been falling, on deaf ears