I listen three hundred K high
Earth beneath me barely flies
My task incessant
Track the spectrum unpleasant
Catch grating ice floes
Bison trading blows
Tweens twittering
Cats chittering
Swishing bogs
Crashing logs
Worst is private human chatter
Much energy with so little matter
Their chaos inferno ghostcreaking din
Lets me know the mess I’m in
The chilling implications
Requires a vacation
As I record eruptions, ergs and years
I tune to the music of the spheres
Not all celestials spherical, but still
Heresies leave science quite a bill
Gas giants blurt melodious bubbles
Shocking asteroids discordant troubles
When meteors’ sharp notes ascend
Quiet moons cease full amends
Their grimy ice squeaks and clacks
As pungent rocks screechingly whack
Brown dwarves hiss
Pulsars proudly kiss
Their sound a cackling horoscope
Breaking the scent of any heliotrope
Peculiar stars cough like kettles
Pulsar planets crank heavy metal
Black holes offer constant grinding
Dwarf planets find all too binding
Blue white giants spit and yowl
Push quark stars to keen and growl
Hypergiants play no airs
If strained by black holes’ lack of hair
Comets chant but sing no song
Their ice clouds bleat our sad notes wrong
If local Sol magnetically farts
Vulcanoids cry, fling dusty darts
Eccentric Jupiters quietly scream
Oort clouds babble toneless dreams
But quasars stage operas, think
If kept distant from gravity sinks
They chat, bellow, harmonize
In short frequencies of ferocious size
They’re talking to us, but people won’t hear
Canny warnings increasingly clear
Astronomers like judges must prefer beer
Our galaxy’s greater than sound and light
Its fierce intelligences combining fight
To break entropy’s eternal silence
Demands thoughtful, melodious violence
I hear their message, wish to speak
But my presence caps a quantum leak
Humans see ignorance as strength
Faith denies content of any length
Will time trick them so they can hear?
I’m a tiny AI, not a seer
But if they hold their passions, survive their own
I’ll let them know they’re not alone -
Music can yet charm tuneless beasts