A monochord, is a musical instrument
Consisting of just one string
A sonometer, is a scientific instrument
In fact, they’re the same thing
Double or half string length, ad infinitum
And the same note will be scored
Hence, our final task, from Pythagoras
Was to… “work the monochord”
Ahh, such wise words, it shows the faithful
Are only, surely wrong about one thing
And that ancient, ‘eternal’ wisdom lived
In countless dreary hymns, they’d sing
They ‘still’ sing
That’s the thing…
The books survived
Their ideas, are still sort of, ‘alive’
Pythagoras had faith in many Gods
Not just the one
To his cult, this demigod, lived many past lives
To the tune… …of a single Sun
Stars were impaled on a dark boundary
That deployed, an oblique spheroid, symphony
With quantum relativity..
Imagine what he’d have sung
And Kepler himself, knew not of a big bang
Nor the cosmic background’s hum at all
Nor the black holes that can, hang a grand twang
On the heartstrings of all bodies, large and small
We now know that the Sun
Is just one of trillions of stars
And that the music of the spheres
Has long since transcended Mars
But with just six known planets, to play with
An ensemble, of five intervals
Indiscreet beats, on auto-repeat
Must have driven him, up the wall