It was the same idea
in the planetarium show:
sound waves
drifting ever outward
(above us: passing nebulae,
storms of asteroids, beyond the Milky Way
far beyond)
Where they were now?
- the radio shows,
the essential speeches and cheering crowds
the rockets launching
and among these sounds of Earth
your piano notes
your Beethoven
(we would lay under the piano so the chords could thunder
through us, whole)
your laughter
our laughter all
drifting
like milkweed
away
gentle, present wherever it is
and happy still.
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