I’m feeling as indescribable as the sound of the Sun. 

Indeed, what sounds might you hear
if you could voyeur into that atmosphere?
Might you not hear the endless, raucous  clatter
of exploding ray-drunk, gas-ball blather
akin to the rip of a solar fart?
Or might you be treated
to a soft, absorbent, hypnotizing near-hush
provided by the slithering, simmering gases pliable rush?
What if the gases, swirling in their vented vortexes, vociferously reeled
under extreme pressure
into screeches and squeaks and squeals?
And, what if, with the endless opportunity
for resonant recombinations,
actual words were occasionally formed
amidst the chaotic gas-chat sublimations?
What would the Sun say?  And to whom would it be speak?
Wait…I can, I think ...yes, I hear something now…
Barely discernible..weak...
”OM” ?  “RA” ?
Naw.
It just said  “sexy” .

I’m feeling as indescribable as the sound of the Sun.