note or chord

some believe, bless them
and some of them believe, I'm told
that out in the vast reaches of interstellar space
where as far as others of us know
nothing exists, nothing makes its empty presence felt
or maybe a thin sprinkling of dust disperses
with solitary atoms of elements lighter than iron
somehow a note hums, or perhaps a chord
the music of the spheres sustained by no medium
at least none that I've heard of
but faith spurns knowledge and stands, arms spread, eyes raised
and glowing with self-sustained madness
listening to that note, that chord
those of us who know things cannot hear

Connections:

quake
coaching our heroes