"the humming of the strings"

   
Their soul was attached to the sky  
in those quintessential    
drops of solitude in the darkness,  
   
He loved to hear the strumming of the strings;    
the frequencies were played night after night  
until the mayhem was starting to make sense to him,    
   
Changing, and turning into a song that he had placed into his mind    
as though it were a dream he only once knew –    
it sounded so familiar – the frequencies and vibrations    
were becoming his music.      
   
Pythagoras said  “there is geometry    
in the humming of the strings,    
and there is music in the spacing of the spheres.”  
   
Imagine being suspended in the shadowy light,    
seeing the rings of Saturn move  
night after night to get the rhythm right  
listening to Jupiter’s silence across space-time,  
and watching the universe harmonize through invisible stride and song.  
   
   
   
“Rest satisfied with doing well,    
and leave others to talk    
of you as they will.”  ~ Pythagoras