Hi there! Please enjoy this poem that I wrote this evening. I advise anyone who doesn’t know what it is to look up the Music of the Spheres, it’s a really interesting theory. I’ve also drawn on its ties to Paradise Lost for part of this poem, as we’re studying the text at the moment.
We never knew; that is,
We never knew until it stopped; ended,
Until we lost the harmony of the planets,
We never knew how it sounded.
This beautiful chord, music
Permeating, ceaselessly, our every waking thought,
Our every dreaming desire, did stop.
She was deceived. She knew not what she did.
A perfect harmony was ended, and we felt
The reverberating silence of disorder, chaos
Not found elsewhere but in silence,
The lack of order expressed in a lack of anything at all.
We did not know we had it until,
Until, that fateful day, the music stopped;
A thousand hearts plunged into silence,
A thousand voices cried out
From pain they did not understand.
She reached out her hand only for knowledge
It was not hers to take.
Before, there was only beauty.
Before, there was no heartache.
Before, we did not understand the evils
Existing in our universe, for the music
Masked it all, sheltering us
In celestial protection, heavenly
Choir of reverberating sounds,
The heavenly bodies all in line;
Pythagoras knew, but was not believed
By the Father of Western philosophy; fool.
He knew not – we knew not – until we lost it.
She was tempted
We note only its absence, only
The quiet and the solitude,
The chaotic lack that makes no feeling
But a sense of emptiness, of
Missing something more.
We did not know the music until we lost it;
And now, it is too late.