Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
“Ode on a Grecian Urn”
John Keats
Million years’ period of wave oscillation
Fifty-seven octaves below middle C
Fifty-three hours’ Chandra observation
Thousand light years wavelength of sound
Energy equal to one hundred million
Outbursts of supernova stars
Gas as hot as fifty million Kelvins
Jetting out of Perseus cluster
Way too low to be sensed by any eardrum
Far beyond the human hearing range
Deepest sound ever found in Universe
Over three billion years long song
Perseus A symphony of gravitation
Without end and without a climax
Sidereal message of Apocalypse
Voiceless call from the space abyss
Howl! Super low octave sounds of distant black hole in the Perseus galaxy
Growl! Bubble-shaped gas ripples coming out of black hole emanating energy
Moan! Hundred million light years from our planet black hole – herald of disaster
Singing black hole
Cosmic foghorn – stay away
From the black hole
Dying matter screaming from
Inside black hole
No-one’s ever safe to hear
Sound of black hole
Astral symphony in space
Gases pushed by pressure waves
Shining brightly in X-rays, emitting X rays
Swallowed substance falling in
Blowing bubbles from within
B-flat pitch not heard but seen on screen
Omnipresent flicker noise
Permeating universe
Everything has got its voice, its unique voice
Armageddon battle horn
Woe upon you once you’re born
No-one’s safe – forever burn - forlorn!
Source no-one can see, tone no-one can hear, ancient mystery now becoming clear
Singing Perseus A, infrasonic screams of cannibalized nearby galaxies
Bubble-shaped cavities emanating sound, gas remaining hot without cooling down
To collapse and give birth to trillion stars heated by the ripples in the cluster gas
Spreading all around sans a medium, hail to the renowned scientist Indian
Glorious laureate of the Nobel prize, famous for all time and immortalized
In the orbital X-ray telescope, picking up the sound from space tuning fork
Long live Subrahmanyan Chandrasekhar, now we’re able to hear the voice of stars
Black hole singing, inaudibly screaming, sardonically grinning since the beginning
Gravity Opus in B-flat by Perseus, no disc by Amplexus could match this
Hot jets pushing against star gas cushion, sound waves swooshing through space no bullshit
Infrasonic sidereal warning, safe will be no one from now on!
Winged sandals from Mercury, shield from Athena
Pluto’s helmet for invisibility
Teeth like those of swine, claws brazen, snaky hair
Mortal paragon of monstrosity
Armed to fight and to behead Medusa Gorgon
Looking in the shield being guided by gods
Doomed to petrify adventurous beholders
Living ‘mong the statues of men and beasts
Cutting off the monstrous head with one quick blow
Lifeless corpse releasing Pegasus out
Flying ‘bove the Earth, blood dripping from the trophy
Turning into snakes when reaching the ground
Fighting and defeating Atlas, giant Titan
Made into a cliff supporting the sky
And Andromeda was rescued from her mountain
Nude and beautiful and destined to die
Perseus was immortalized as constellation
Giving everyone a lesson to learn:
Inter-stellar song of cannibalization
Shows that no one will be safe from now on!
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