Apollo astronauts, we how have learned,
While circling the far side of the Moon,
Within their helmets’ speakers all discerned
An eerie kind of “music” with no tune:
Perhaps old legend’s “Music of the Spheres,”
A mythic melody from outer space
With power to captivate the hearers’ ears,
A harmony purveyed by god-like grace.
But such interpretation will not stand
The clear-eared scrutiny of scientists
By whom the supernatural is banned,
For science on firm evidence insists.
One astronaut, Ed Mitchell, came to view,
Instead, the whole cosmic shebang anew.