Water is like music. Soft gentle stream crescendo into a larger river. Splashing against rocks crashing against the bank like symbols. Then decrescendo. Moving so slowly, so gentle again, I could sleep to this luliby. Until the rushing sound of the beating waterfall coming up. A drum! A big Drum! Boom! Boom! Boom! Heaven’s Angels singing “Praise the Lord,” as the waters sway down the cliff. Crash! The symbols go one last time hitting the bottom now. Can you hear the music?