Gotnothin

The galaxy sings in B flat. Fifty-seven octaves below middle C, hundreds of thousands of tiny stars with little worlds trailing atmospheres in elliptical orbits.  Double-star systems, triple-star, more; planets, civilisations, dark matter, tangible matter, all circling, swarming, humming together in one enormous note, not bumping together but carrying a wave from the centre of their island universe, expanding out into space… Sound cannot exist in a vacuum.  This is a widely known fact.  And space is a vacuum, sure.  But only when you look at it from here, from our tiny little world.  Close your eyes, zoom out, and look at the celestial