My Calming Waterfall Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Alone I sit, the water falls,
A cool spray on my skin.
I try to hear some music there,
Where does the song begin?

Is it C, or maybe G?
Perhaps an A rings true?
But no, just water crashing down,
A different point of view.

Not notes I know, not scales I hear,
Just white noise fills the air.
All sounds at once, a jumbled mix,
But still, I love it there.

It's broadband noise, they call it that,
Each frequency entwined.
And yet, a comfort settles in,
A peace for heart and mind.

The cooling mist, the roaring sound,
A shower in the sun.
My wild, unkeyed, chaotic fall,
My music, never done.

T.M.Solvang