Johannes Kepler thought we only make music
in imperfect imitation of Harmonices Mundi —
the choir of planets singing 
as they waltz around the sun;
every whirling world a mighty crotchet; 
their orbits, cosmic staves
notated by ‘our Lord’.

You can measure their heavenly motion as sound if you so wish.

‘Orbital resonance’ is a fact of celestial mechanics.

Is that music? God knows — or Apollo. But I heard
that the heart of the galaxy smells
like raspberries and rum,
and if that’s true, well then, well then, well —
the stars might dance to chutney soca. 

[Wes Viola is a pen name of Wes White. Wes is one of the Elder Bards of Ynys Witrin – which is the Druidic name for his hometown of Glastonbury, in England. ‘Song and Dance’ is taken from his poem cycle ‘Weird Medieval October’, currently seeking a publisher. You can explore more of his work at http://linktr.ee/wesviola]