Einstein's Violin - Poem by Scott Minar
There are two twins
Flying through space. One is Einstein the musician,
The other Albert the physicist.
They will never catch each other—
They're inseparable as particles and waves.
The heart itself is an explosion
Growing exponentially through time
And space. He left something with me,
Soft as a theorem, quick as light.
Sometimes I play it in the dark,
Singing into myself the unifying theory
Of my own life.
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