Sound is a conundrum

by East Poetry   May 18, 2011


Sound is a conundrum!
That science tends to fight.
Almost as evasive
As the perplexities of light

It said that sound is not a thing
It’s a motive or reaction.
That, it itself does not exist
It’s just the “result” of something’s action.

It’s the domino of particles
Detected by an ear
But something had push them
So the hearer can now hear

But notice sound is nothing
But movement when detected
Something has to recognize
that those dominoes reacted

Conscious action at the start
Conscious action ends it too
Ironic, there at both its ends
It’s an interesting clue

Sound is movement in the middle
Like the billiard and his que
Sending balls toward the pocket
and the pocket here is you?

When the billiard strikes the ball
Not even strike and sound are same
While Strike is non-existing
As just an action in the game.

Sound is propagation like
the motion ball to ball
It’s the domino of action
Until the ear can hear the call

You can scream inside the vacuum
and nothing will be heard
Because the medium you’re within
does not detect the word

But does that mean the screams not there?
Nor the emotion why it started!
Absolutely not my friend
It’s the Emotion you imparted.

That’s like playing pool Without out the balls
And air strokes with the queue
No way now to win the game
But the game still involves you

You exist, your bodies there.
The first domino in the chain
You set that domino in motion?
With the conscious of your brain

But if sound is just the result
From the form of simple cause
Does that mean that cause itself
was the beginning of this Oz?

“Here" ... is to exist!
While "Hear" ...is to be heard.
Where "Ear" is to understand,
the vibrations from that word.

"Voice" a God like gift in all of us,
Our thoughts, directed into sound,
Ironic, sound, is "massless"
just moves particles around!

How could anything affect a particle,
unless "it in itself" is one as well?
I'm sorry Super Scientist
but something doesn't gel.

Sound must be a existent
unique in many ways
perhaps it is so tiny
yet, its accumulation weighs!

All sound that was in past times,
And all the sound the future makes.
Contributes to an infinite size?
an ultimate infinite weight

As weight is just a things impact
On matter overtime.
And if the wait is truly infinite,
then times wait is pure sublime

Not the weight of something heavy
But the wait of time itself
Creating the time of true eternity
In a room of endless wealth

Do you think it’s coincidental?
That weight and time are linked
That the matter of our consciousness
by design is-concept-shrinks

Time is of no essence,
So neither is the matter of our soul
As consciousness is formless
But yet it plays a role

The action of your conscious sound
all gets counted in.
To this infinite equation?
God put us all within.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Well thought out. Of course, the fundamental issue you raise, whether sound is particle, is not needed. Sound, a form of energy, is converted to mass by dividing it into the speed of light squared (i.e. the inverse of E=mc2*). The infinitesimal amount of mass created by even the greatest sound imaginable results in, not mass, but entropy. This entropy is by far the most dispiriting of concepts.

  • 13 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    Well written. I think you should write a book on sound alone, you would really be amazing and the book would be really good.

  • 13 years ago

    by L

    It's a big conundrum, I liked reading the poem.