The Music of the Spheres

As if ruled by celestial gears,
Every sun and each planet steers
Through the timeless time
To the endless space chime
Of the music of the spheres.

And once in a great while appears
A collection of atoms which hears
Air vibrations beguile
And, once in a while,
The music of the spheres.

But none of them perseveres
When their favorable niche disappears;
And in every case
They don’t leave a trace,
Just the music of the spheres.

We mean nothing, we and our peers,
In the infinite miles and years,
In the endless place
At the timeless pace
Of the music of the spheres.