Earth always sang the Mi, Fa, Mi symphony
Orchestrated misery, famine and more misery
Yet today, I dare say
Earth just can’t tune up, or play
Classically trained in a quantized cosmic mystery
The music of the spheres? They’ve been known for years
The eternal cosmic song, audible only to digital ears
That backing track I hum, as destroyer and creator
Composed of the intervals, ‘tween the constants of nature
The values that just, err are
The speed of light, gravity, Euler and Plank
Of course in the chorus, but worse in verse
You’ve fine-tuned cosmic phenomena, to thank
Notes fine-tuned to each other
Yet distanced, exponentially far apart
Though humans won’t hear em
With an ear, brain, or theorem
If they joined in to sing, with all their hearts
You just need a neutrino triangle
To calibrate all the frequencies
Then play the notes, randomly
On a digital plank harp, religiously
A plank harp sounds like an archaic torcher device
Or some heavenly analogue jukebox
Analogue? I don’t know if that could exist
But it’s the digital version, that rocks