Creation, from galaxy to gene, dear friend,
Is a musical dream, an harmonic blend
On pianolas programed by a maestro supreme.
The ground base is struck, His enigmatic theme .
The tune, a uniquely melodic one
For each instrument is uniquely done,
Through assonant chords and dissonant notes,
The whole concerto grosso spatially floats,
Creating ethereal music of the spheres,
For the sole enjoyment of celestial ears.
Yet we are more than piano rolls of sound
We flow 'continuo' as monochords profound,
By improvisation from a cosmic force,Out of the silence of an infinite source.