Morpheus's Music Room

In the quiet right before dawn golden sands open my unconscious eye

In a place where it’s not impossible to fly

In a place where I kind of feel sky-high

Morpheus’s music room where my unconscious brain creates

A bass line rises first and softly resonates

Cymbals bring the dream alive as I hear them vibrate

As the whole thing starts to pulse and swing

Within the dream she begins to softly sing

And the music rises soft as hummingbird wings

Deep in Morpheus’s music room the dream begins to shine

Inside that hidden chamber every note arrives in time

The walls begin to shimmer as the sound comes alive

And from the hush of sleep itself the music starts to rise

Morpheus’s music room opens up behind my eyes

Where silence turns to rhythm and the dark begins to fly

A hidden band is forming in the corners of my mind

And every dreamful heartbeat leaves the waking world behind

Inside Morpheus’s music room my unconscious comes alive

And the room keeps breathing without a care

A heartbeat of time hanging soft in the air

The air itself hums the dark turns to sound

And from that glow figures form and are found

I shape a singer a guitarist a woman with grace

Playing a baby grand in this invisible space

I'm not just watching I'm making them rise

The dreamer and dream the viewer and eyes

I teach them the song but they teach me too

The teacher and student the old and the new

In this place things are not as they seem

In here everyone calls me Dream

I'm Morpheus in my own dreams shaping the band

The creator and created the pulse and the sand

I'm the teacher and student the song and the hand

Playing music for me to learn who I am

Everything flows like a jam on the spot

Nature itself in the rhythm it's got

I'm the percussion player dreaming the whole thing

The silence and note the string and the wing

Each member's a mirror each note's a reflection

My dream is my lesson my music's my question

I'm Morpheus inside this dream where the band is born

Creating for myself while the dream teaches me who I am

Everything is so easy everything is so free

Like the colors of the rainbow flowing from me

In sleep I'm a god in day I'm a human

In this place things are not as they seem

In here everyone calls me Dream

In here everyone calls me Dream

And thing are not as they seem

As I wake and wipe away the sand

Trying to remember the note she played on her baby grand

I try to write the song from dreamland

But every note slips through my hand

The Sandman’s golden sands

As I wake and wipe away the sand

Trying to remember the note she played on her baby grand

I try to write the song from dreamland

But every note slips through my hand

The Sandman’s golden sand slips from my hand

It opens realms where dream and dreamer blend

Through magical dust the astral planes unfold

And in that sleep my mind becomes the whole

The sand wakes worlds that waking can’t hold

As I wake from dreaming this jazzy rocking roll

Thinking about the Morpheus of my dream

As I try to remember what the musical dream means