The music from the birth of the universe fills creation

The music from the birth of the universe fills creation

When all matter filled the width of a rugby ball

A sound traveled end to end

What song was it?

A punk riff distorted across the cosmos perhaps

might shatter the void with violent release

Or an operatic aria might be more appropriate (the fat lady as big as the sky)

Or a Ronda ending as beginning (in silence)

Or a Fugue variating endlessly but never changing (like a history book)

seems about right

Perhaps nothing more than a show-tune, all bombast and contentless

Or a simply little diddy one whistles in the dark and forgets

A power ballad, a trance rhythm, a sampled re/mix

are a big bang, an endless dance, a matter reorganized

Or a single “ohm” in harmony after all

I can’t decide

Or maybe that last song has yet to finish

And waves through now, just takes a little longer till the next metronome tick

Universe a little bigger now, but reverberates every atom

Space is silent

But silent megahertz switch the pitch

Of every note

All silence combines to pierce your ear in every note

Sing the song of the universe with your silence

And prick your ear to the pitch shaking everything, shakes you

Sing the song of the Universe, then remain shattered

fill all matter with yourself

The Son of God subjected to the suns

To subject all the suns to this new song

Then sing a hymn to God

with arms uplifted

We have only cleared our throat