Music, Art, & Scientific Exploration

In a place where sound cannot be heard

Because there is no air to move

Where invisible transmissions from stars in the night

Pass each other in silent waves

There exist the seeds of inspiration

We turn our electronic ears toward the heavens

And hear their very creation

The whirs and peals of exploding stars, collapsing galaxies, exploding nebulae

Echo and chant and in doing so stir our passion

To express the emanations of our affected souls

Music, art, scientific exploration

All become the expressions of our passion

And we dance through the expanse of time

We generate sounds to punctuate our existence

Hoping for their discovery in the greatness of space

Words (c) Richard P. Havens

Photo (c) Zuma Press, 2010