Noon, a Blue Glow, Pine Valley

I would love to live near that,
Where those meandering roars
Of ordinary breezes
Around forested mountains

And the steady, throaty rush
Of a nearby waterfall
Laid down the ambient sound

Against which birds and insects,
My wordless knocking about
A lonely cabin,

Some hours my music,
Recorded, recreated,
Plucked out notes and freed all thoughts
From this irrelevant mind.