Tolkien calls

an event

In his histories

that never happened

“Ainulindale.”

Ain-u-lin-dale

AaNEWlynndaal.

En-oo-leendale

Everything was made

and predetermined

by gods making music.

The stellar cradle

isn’t music but

large clouds

of chemicals

and tiny bits of

stardust turning

into solid rock.

But maybe the

celestial furnace

in Tolkien's head is

where music is made

with fire and collision

and void. I know my
head is made
by music.