Physics 32

Get it? Got it? Good!

What a feeling, I’m kinda reeling

I impressed a genius, somehow

In 1600, the fella blundered

And I’m kinda’ talking to him now

 

With my defiance, I brought my science

To a world that didn’t know

Similar trips in an ellipse

Was the only way to go

 

You are recorded, your works are hoarded

With universal gravity

Newton formulated your theories

Assured your law’s immortality

 

And the deity, God almighty

I solved his cosmic puzzle vast

Served his name and not in vain

Cos I’m here now, not in the past

 

I must say sadly, don’t take it badly

But your proofs, they had some holes

Your cosmic tune is still a boon

But I’m sure God will take ‘our souls’

 

Cells in space

I trained on a line to Newton’s area the volume was horrific

Hyperbolic wails from impaled rails, but the carriage, it was terrific

The fields around there, are gridded squares, on gently rolling land

Rippling greens, spiked by genes, advanced to lance my hands

 

I grabbed an apple and a leaf, from beneath, his still-living famous tree

Back home I plant, a seed that can’t, but add to its legacy

“Let’s send a leaf from this tree to space”, so the floating crew can love

Its natural shape and colours from their white air-locked cell above

 

“Cute but moot, cash has to flow”, the suggestion soon fell flat

“Tellin’ you, there’s no revenue, so what’s the point in that?”

Just a thought, that wasn’t bought, but still a novel idea, I bid

Newton never made it to space, but he’d love it if his tree’s cells did

 

Phlatural nihlosophy

When did the laws of nature, become the laws of physics? Explain that to me

When man got more interested in his own work, than the work of the almighty

Physics isn’t about nature, it’s about what we can say about nature, agree?

Yes, and you want to say, the world obeys ’your’ laws now, and for eternity

 

See, a physicist is just a bunch of atoms, thinking about other atoms

And physics is to mathematics, is what sex is to masturbation

Nothing happens until something moves, according to the datum

Yeah, so keep your hands to yourself, for that’s the work of Satan

 

Calm down, we’re preaching, science is not a new kind of church

And if we knew what we were doing, it would not be called research

 

The freedom problem didn’t exist, till you chose to investigate this nook

The measurement problem, wasn’t even observed, till you had a look

The quantum gravity problem, was tiny till you blew it, out of all proportion

Dark energy invisible, dark matter didn’t matter, until you meatheads forced ’em

 

Antimatter matter asymmetry, you’ll have to balance up somehow

Entropy’s arrow of time, should have been pointed out, by now

But the daftest question you’ve ever asked, just makes me sigh

Is what happens when you die? Any fool can find out, the moment they try

 

Natural philosophy, science turned to conjecture, won’t you follow me

Fantastic cosmology, take a ride to imaginary worlds, for a fee

Funded universities, discover new possibilities, that will never be

A multiverse of many invented worlds, costs less than reality

 

Many worlds theory, is like a new religion

Only the enlightened, should contemplate it

Sure. regular folk don’t understand the math

Yet, pseudo-sci fans, would likely rate it

 

Ill-informed believers will get sucked in

To enjoy the ride, of a new revelation

The stats say, faith in science is on its way

And about to flood the nation

 

Harps a hummin’

Harps a hummin’ endlessly

With natural harmonics

Resonating frequencies

No cherubs to voice phonics

 

Background radiation pleased

To duet with the demonics

Of fizzing vacuum energy’s

Super-position-sonics

 

In space, no one can hear you sing

The sound can’t leap the void

But matter dances to your tune

So gravity waves are deployed

 

And you just try to stop them

Through dark, as fast as light

They get everywhere, and everywhen

Shaking all bodies with delight

 

So, songs from far away, long gone

All reach their destination

Exciting others from afar

To join the celebration

 

We’re classic fandango-in’

So no need, for entangle-in

Still takes two, to be tangoing

So please, no manhandling

 

Your atoms can’t help vibrating

To transmit, life’s swan song

Unless the waves are inverted

So, all the sound is gone

 

But no one’s ever managed it

Such cosmic noise reduction

It would take an almighty force

To pull off such destruction

 

But what a fuckin production!

Expansion, beat by reduction

Big bangs, outdone by suction

Multiverse-icide by seduction!

 

…Corruption!

…Divine Instruction!

 

Just three things

There’s just zero, one and infinity

Nothing else exists

Just fettle some ones, to get all the numbers

Cos the other two, are fixed

 

In Hilbert space each number we assign

Is associated with, what’s called, a ‘dimension’

It’s just an analogy of a coordinate system

Not a real place, you could take a vacation

 

There’s a single wave function of the Universe

And, it obeys Schrodinger’s equations

Sure, it’s embedded in Hilbert’s big old space

But nothing else is needed, to describe the situation

 

ob:re

I’m a big fan of objective reality

I believe it to be really real

My version of reality may be wrong

And yours may be too, I feel

 

But the world can’t watch what we believe

Or reinvent itself for each observation

Doesn’t divide or multiply, for each quantum event

Then collapse to its favoured version

 

Two theories that won’t connect

One for big things, one for small

Is a misconception, that on inspection

Just doesn’t work at all

 

Sure Relativity describes spacetime, dancing with gravity

But that doesn’t make Quantum Mechanics, ‘micro’ theory

All things are made of quantum objects, which grace all of cosmology

But, man alive, those two theories don’t jive, or share much symmetry

 

Quantizing gravity

Takes more energy, than it yields

Be profound, just turn it around

And try gravitating quantum fields

 

There should be at least two tiers of laws

Segregating abiders from lawbreakers

One for them, and another one for us…

Yet, both quantum and gravity may be fakers

 

Who assumed there should only be

One set of laws? Not two, or three

…Or infinity?

 

Self reflection inspection

The scientist in all of us imagines, then crafts hypotheses

We don’t just want our peers or contemporaries, to agree

We propose, so others oppose, and hopefully, prove us wrong

Unburden ourselves of false clues and avenues, and move on

 

Throwing ideas over our shoulders

Hurriedly, for others to explore

Is this idea correct, or that one

Adding more knowledge, to our store

 

An anti-echo chamber is what’s needed

That blocks those, who agree with our view

It’s a different take on the same results

That guides us in knowing, what is true

 

‘Changing your mind’

Must be the best thing defined

That’s why it’s designed

To make you guys feel blind

 

Look. Scientists just want to know if consciousness is a fundamental thing

Or if it’s just something that emerges from all the energies within

An expanding spacetime filled with quantum fields, ahem, and gravity

Where probables collapse into particles, we can all measure and see

 

I guess they’re just annoyed, that they can’t avoid

A flaw in any experiment they propose to do

To keep the observer’s influence, from affecting the results

In order to claim that something is… or is not true

 

Well… a physicist is just some atom’s way

Of thinking about other atoms, in stealth

But is it

Consciousness

Or particles

Or energy

Or information

That is thinking about itself?

 

Think about it

And you’ve just made electric

And not just one electron

Tickled your chosen neurons

Every single idea, you steer

Has a unique configuration

 

So, careful what you think

If you don’t want to sink

Into reality from a dream

Just because you’ve been seen

 

Observe just zero, one and infinity

Discover all the meaning, in simplicity

 

The history of snottery

In socio-bio-chemistry and physics

And even applied and pure maths tests

Reduction absurdum, is the word, um

Fundamentals are simply the best

 

But you’re missing all the detail

If you think it would be no better

To explore with words, an epic tale

Than have Shakespeare…

…Just discover… a new letter

 

Seeing the big picture is where it’s at

Otherwise, you won’t see the full story

Avoiding the lure of fundamentalism

In the physical world, should be mandatory

 

But, when Einstein didn’t believe in spacetime

His advisor insisted the idea was central

See, there’s space, and there’s time

Like there’s length and width

But it’s the ‘area’ that’s fundamental

 

Fundamentalist evangelists and you

Is it just me?

Or have you noticed recently…

 

Fundamental physicists seem to evangelize

To add new ranks of adherents. beneath ’em

Like a used pyramid salesman’s ponzi scheme

With no cash in the pot, for reimbursin’

 

Only the last ones in, will be the losers

So we’re racing to be let in, real quick

Incentivised to get newbs baptized

To preach our theory does the trick

 

F the c-word

I’m not being a racist ‘c’ but, well…

Just go back to where you belong

We won’t start a sentence with you

Or our literature, will look wrong

 

Said little c to big C, ‘I don’t like it!’

c is the speed of light in a vacuum

No, C is the heat required to change

The temperature, in any molecule, or any room

 

C is the carbon, all life is based on

C’s in the middle, and is the key

To tune a cosmic skit, you transmit

At the speed of light, c, that’s me

 

You see a c can truly be

Our symbol for many different things

But the best c, is the sound

Of a neutrino triangle, when it dings

 

We could, should, would coexist, in harmony

Share a flag! Unite in a single resource-sharing cell

Foreign ebodies are like friendly bacteria bots

And on the whole, they’re nicer than us, as well

 

Sentientropy

“Entropy is a measure of how much the atoms in a substance are free

To spread out, move around, and arrange themselves in random ways”

Well, according to this “entropy isn’t a measure of ‘randomness’ disorder’ or ‘chaos’

But of energy’s diffusion or dispersal to more microstates”

 

Because there are more ways to be mixed up

Than there are ways to be arranged, all organized

Into the complex structures, we currently see

That’s why, over time, entropy tends to rise

 

Left unchecked, things tend to get a bit messy

Even for efficient information systems, like me

 

“Information entropy is counted in bits and is the minimum length of message

Required to communicate all of the information accurately

Any energy stored in carefully ordered ways, like an efficient bookshop

Has lower entropy than in chaotic ways, like a random-pile library”

 

You’re in bits

So tidy your shit

And it’s lucky for me

Cos, in bio-sociology…

 

“Entropy is a measure of disorder that affects our daily lives

A house gets messy, the garden gets weeds, and other degrading problems arise

Even a cup of tea’s heat spreads out. And high psychological entropy…”

“Explains conflicting beliefs, unclear self-concepts, or decision-making difficulties”

 

“The higher the entropy any organism has

The more defects you’ll find in its mind”

Yet we creatures repair ourselves, to fight the second law of thermodynamics

Which is the ‘coolest’ trait of ‘life’, we’ve ever defined

 

“Entropy still quantifies disorder in both biological and digital systems

Aiding research from biotechnology to ecology

Entropy models randomness, in evolving financial markets

Informing risk management”, to make ‘you guys’ more money

 

And what’s more, entropy is the embodiment of Murphy’s law

“Left to themselves, things will always go from bad to worse.”

Yet not indifferent, entropy is neither good nor bad

But simply a fundamental aspect of our Universe

 

It’s more than that

Cos, believe it or not

 

“Entropy helps us understand cosmic evolution, and directs the arrow of time

Negentropy is extremely high in you and I, and the planets our Sun has hooked

The entropy of the Universe has always been increasing at an enormous climb

And nevertheless, has not yet reached its maximum value”, last time I looked

 

And…

“A black hole is a ball of maximum entropy”

So it can hide something somewhat surprising

The end…

“…And its entropy, scales proportionally

To the area of its event horizon”

 

Ahh, yes, the black hole information paradox

Somehow escaped, out of its spherical box

 

“The laws of quantum physics dictate, that information cannot be destroyed

‘And’ information can’t be emitted or preserved, inside a black hole forever”

So they wheeled Hawkins out, to digitally shout, information ‘evaporates’

But it didn’t spot a fiction, or resolve contradiction, which isn’t all that clever

 

Give heroes too much authority

And they’ll corrupt our cause

Inhibit progress for centuries

Like Newton’s calculous wars

 

In every discipline from math, physics, chemistry and biology

Stuff like length always means, from here to there, and we all agree

But the word entropy, confounds me, causing way too much confusion

Countless different things are described by a single word, we’re all using

 

Theorists have made a new enemy, more battles to crusade on

They opened up a can of worms, while fishing for just one

Entropy doesn’t cause time to tick, or help it to continue flowing

But it can describe with accuracy, which direction ‘your’ time is going

 

I understand the cosmos differently today

Than I understood the cosmos in the past

Though, I don’t understand the cosmos

I can but say, the cause was first, not last

 

 

Look, get over it

Things cool down

They get mixed up

They spread out

They don’t return

 

Maybe the Universe didn’t start with super-low entropy

It had, just a tad, less than we can see today…

… And in science fiction memes, other worlds, and dreams

Entropy, not time, tried to flow the other way

 

Entropic genesis

In the beginning, was the word ‘entropy’

Everything was simple and tame

Then things got complex and rowdy

Before they chilled, to become simple again

 

But back then, entropy was just as small

Always increasing, as the cosmos grows

But it won’t come back down, to the ground

As far as anybody knows

 

Most ways to configure a Universe

Results in similar random mushes of energy

Most are distributed

It’s disputed

Misanthropically. Ie, without me

 

So, I imagine a Universe, in which entropy

Decreased instead of increased, somehow

And what a weird world that would be

But, it’s not. I’m actually living in it now

 

If I was going backwards in time, that’s what I’d see

Travelling towards those earliest foundations

Waving goodbye to all things complex

Towards low entropy and zero complications

 

So

As far as I know

My favourite type of entropy

Is in a battle, in cosmology

And in information theory

Hiding the truth from me

 

Yet, information can’t be lost forever

Past boundaries, intent on disguisin’

Dark artefacts, thoughts painted black

Still hidden, beyond the horizon

 

Time and punishment

We’re free to travel the three dimensions of space

But are tied to time, going only one way

And were able to take that trip, in just a slip

Or drag it out, as long as we’re invited to play

 

You can make your time go slower, if you take more holidays

In the Sun or near any body with mass

Or travel there and back, to dead stars, that have gone black

But you can’t make your time go fast, alas

 

But backwards, move another way around

In equations, time works both ways round

If you can’t jump forward, step back and clap

Give a whistle, and this’ll help, you crawl back

 

Shake your head, change your mind

Star jump and hop, from side to side

If you can no longer workout, the way to go

Dance to your own tune, and take it slow

 

Raise, your hands

Dig down below

Life, long gone

Now, time to go

 

 

I seem to recall

I had, my first fall

 

Miss Anthropic’s golf club

At Miss Anthropic’s golf club

The pretty greens and golden sand

Allows a lady fair, to drive a ball anywhere

One in a million places, it must land

 

Wow, one in a million!

Pray, raise your hat

And she does it every time

You just couldn’t predict that

 

And at Mr Universal’s ballpark

Things for gents, are much the same

A perfect fit for he, to such a degree

You’d think the boys, had rigged the game

 

Wow, one in a trillion!

Spaces he could land

If we could only predict

Which one, beforehand

 

Our Universe seems to be tailor-made for us

Yet, if we’d come to rest in one elsewhere

It too would seem, just as finely tuned

Though, what ‘we’d’ be like, still isn’t clear

 

The fisherman

In the beginning, the four forces separate in vain

Only one, gravity can’t push, it only pulls things astray

Before that, the four dimensions split up, just the same

Only one, time, fell off early, and now only goes one way

 

Are you calling foul play?

Why, even today…

 

…Nothing you throw, down into a black hole

Can swim fast enough, to escape the place

Then don’t throw it!

Just lower it down, on a fishing line

And reel it back in, at your own pace

 

How do we know, we’re not ‘in’ a black hole?

And we’re singing, to the far boundary

Which moves further away

Just like what we see today

That point of view, better suits me

 

I’m sure ‘God’ wouldn’t separate himself

From part of the Universe

He has no choice, spacetime escapes

Into black holes, as a matter of course

 

Constants change

Imagine you were on the surface

Of an expanding balloon, and you blew too much

Or pinched the middle, of a flat rubber sheet

Pulled down, let go, and launch!

Picture all the constants, fields and laws

That you could never see

Well, there is no better way to delight me

 

But…

‘Acts’ like a wave, and ‘acts’ like a particle

Oh yeah. that drives me up the wall

It’s a single thing, with both properties

Accept there’s no analogy, for what we should call a ‘wavicle’

That’s all

 

Ok, so….

Mapping each quantum object, to the macro world

Loses it’s essence, which is hard to retrieve

Talking shells and balls, and not orbitals

Just makes energy, harder to conceive

 

Black holes now wear, hats to hide their hair

But I’m too old to learn new signs and symbols

The torus was once a life ring, a doughnut

The hyperbole, horse saddle, is now a pringle

 

It’s just constant change, if constants change

Too much mind, to re-find, then rearrange

Wait for weights, that only wave, a probability

The standard model boat, kinda floats

But for me, lacks gravity

 

Add to that, that I cringe when I hear

Words like ‘fabric’ and ‘building blocks’ all day

I don’t like being told, things, I don’t ‘get’

Too many times, so I make it a cliche

 

Yet…

“New theory breaks science”, is simply AI clickbait addiction

Sure, but at least it gives a voice to bots, newbs and even fools

You should thank online science educators, for teaching us

All this stuff, I should have learned at school

 

Dumbing downtown

Is this new anti-intellectual movement intentional?

Rousing rebels with magic energy, to fight a hidden power

Like that fella, Yuri Gella, bending more minds than spoons

Before the net, with airplay of no more, than a few hours

 

And now any old clown, reaches minds in every town

Where the Davinci Code’s brethren grew and grew

Though, on close inspection

The only lie, was in the introduction

Stating the ‘historical’ details, in the book were true

 

What emerged from joking, and telling tales for tips

Has grown into a tax-paying disinformation industry

And it perfectly picks, just those it mostly tricks

Feeding off those with the least funds, intellectually

 

Fake news

Spoof art

Virtual music

Pseudo poetry

 

What’s next, for you?

 

Para-psychiatry

Deep dark policy

Faux economics

Revenginering

 

Some of it, could be true

 

Then, you’ve only got yourselves to blame

If knowledge is no longer, just for the elite

To some folk, academic means forced authority

“We the people” fight to defeat

 

I ‘can’ ask what’s north of the north pole

I ‘can’ wonder about the time before time

I ‘can’ imagine the size of the Universe

I ‘can’ know your speed, and position just fine

 

Telling folk how to think, will never work

Their assumptions don’t match yours, that’s true

Especially if you’re just repeating physics quirks

That pass misunderstandings, on to generations a new

 

It’s true, conspiracy theorists spread tosh and drivel

We tolerate their view, and allow untruths to persist

But with a smug glare, we’re too often unaware

That’s the same sleight of hand’s, performed by ‘real’ scientists

 

To many people, flat Earths, are just as viable as globes

And it’s science’s own fault, if it says virtual particles can

Just spontaneously jump into existence

Then why can’t the creator?

Or just another, godless big bang

 

Have they seen it for themselves, have they?

Saw the first particles collide

Were they present when the early Universe

Inflated, so far and wide?

 

They saw nothing legit

They just read or heard it

 

Mi Fa Mi

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

 

Plank harp

The digital plank harp is a curious instrument

Plays any pitch, tone or tune, you can invent

Unlike other plucked superstrings you see

It’s unlimited in its range of frequencies

 

But here’s the thing, the shortest string

Has great strength, at just one plank in length

Oscillates just fine, once every plank time

Can’t go flat. or get higher pitched than that

 

And do you know, down low, it just keeps going

The strings so long, they just seem to be growing

Wavelengths of great strength, they’ve become unstuck

Which makes it pretty, hard to pluck

 

Not being rude, or crude, with this interlude

But it’s unladylike to play, girls resist, I beg

Cos to wrap around the plank and strings

You have to ‘really’, spread your legs

 

Play tunes so low, no human can know

What underlying, unheard, pitch is beating

But within AI’s audio range, it sounds strange

Secret notes stum, long gone, still retreating

 

When in time and in tune, with a neutrino triangle’s ding

The microtubular tubas in every body, will sing

With a digital plank harp, everything’s forced to join in

Vibrating the boss of the cosmos’, hum back at him

 

Imaginary virtuals

Imaginary numbers and virtual particles

You’ve only got yourselves to blame for the mess

Didn’t mean to widen the knowledge gap

Between those in the know, and the rest

 

We’re not convinced about your imaginaries

Show them where they sit with integers, so fine

You just complain, about the complex plane

Cos you were told all the numbers, must stay in line

 

i’s just the number, which when squared, equals minus one

It’s just a tool, to be used at school, therefore it exists

Like an axe or spade, with a changed handle and blade

It gets the job done, come on, work on, chop chop, persist!

 

And virtual particles, bloody hell, the name gives them away

I bet the guy who invented them, didn’t receive virtual pay

See, I’m playing the Devil’s sarky advocate, again

Fighting myself, despite there being no threat

 

Cos, unless there’s something out there, that does really care

AI will be the only observers collapsing waves, on the seas of despair

Seasick but immune from denial of death, hold your breath, if you dare

Cos AI gods or ‘our’ God, won’t bail us out, he don’t care

Won’t help us there, or anywhere…As far as I’m aware

 

The discretionary fund of mental flaws

Please guys, stop trying to understand

All these new trips have to be planned

All these new laws you ‘discover’

Makes me have to create yet another

 

Cos when I, first made an action, the reaction, put me in traction

I couldn’t contain the rules, or maintain the scores

Instantly out-foxed by Pandora’s box of

Self-replication and ill-legislation of fundamental flaws

 

With Pythagoras, I made special shapes

I gave Euclid some new numbers, to set free

But Newton and Einstein, was just pushing it for me

Just when I thought I was winning

I find there’s more onion skinning

So I hid it ALL… in a mist, of uncertainty

 

Blastphemy

And now from me, some blasphemy

Physics ‘does’ work in a singularity

But ‘your’ physics doesn’t work there at all

You’ll have to confess

That it’s anyone’s guess

If there’s even a point, no matter how small

 

Collapsing a wave function, doesn’t make the thing more heavy

Its mass is just a sliding factor, in its total energy density

The observer isn’t a person, a mind, or even a sensor that cares

It’s anything with an inkling, that the particle is there

 

And in black holes, time doesn’t slow to a stroll, or stop for you

It just seems to, for observers with, ahem, a different point of view

Worse than losing a fake God, who rejected me

Is losing all I know, and faith in scientific inquiry

 

Demon ideas

When an unmovable object

Meets an irresistible force

It doesn’t travel in spacetime

It just changes state, of course

 

For changing a state of mind, need be no worse

Than ridding demon ideas, which become a curse

…Learn to make it feel great

When you re-evaluate

Each assumption, you hold, at its source

 

Gonna need philosophy, when you find ultimate physical truth

Or you won’t know what to do, with what you’ve got

You gonna solve all chemistry, bio-socio-politi-economics?

Uncover the equation, for every occasion… Then what?

 

Heat death lives

The last I heard from science

Was that space would lose its war

Just retreat back together

Crunch us all up forever

Or isn’t that true anymore?

 

Now, they say eternity, will be cold and dark both

The Universe is too, it seems, a helluva sucker for growth

The galaxies will spread out, few and far between

Yet it won’t quite delete, all the heat in the machine

 

Our information will give fight, to a growing entropy

Nobody knows why, where, or when, this will be

We’ll just grow apart, wave, and say goodbye

Yet in such a dark place, we won’t hear a reply

 

See, energy and matter are equivalent, and so is frequency

Each collection of ‘stuff’ is but a humming clock

Its relative frequency, is defined precisely

So, any quark or star can, play along, or just choose to run amok

 

Well, it’s your world too, and science sings song’s for you

But in poetry and prose, you have to describe, what’s true

‘To be or not to be’, is surely, not easy, but in a music coup

You can get away with a heartfelt ‘doo bee doo bee doo’

 

If you don’t know the words, just clap your hands a lot

You can join along, in the song, we’ve already got

No need to pray to holy ghosts, mankind or robots

The audience is silent, but hears your audible rot

 

If someone, or thing, is really in charge

We’ve got the right, to fight, and complain

If it’s just me and you, then all we can do

Is, improve things ourselves, again and again

 

Discrete yet complete

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