But a dream is #life, Fleeting yet progressive Resilient and contagious A vivid emergence A moment of lucidity, persists. But a dream is god, Elusive and ineffable Yet inspires and animates Meaning that millions follow A creation that controls the creator. But a dream is music, Inexplicably colourful Novelty from nought Whence, unknowable The player and played are one.

Episymphony To feel powerful and powerless at once, To wield and yet to yield; To hold the reins and yet be carried away, To be free and still bound to a whole; To stand firm against the tide and yet be swept off one's feet, This to me, is music.

Pretend. Trust you are in a dream, today Nobody need know, 'tis your delight, How foolish not to make believe If make believe can change your plight? Pretend you're flying o'er the clouds Nay, o'er the orange cotton bales, The city lights are stars below Each twinkle masks a fairytale. Pretend to be explorers brave Scaling forbidden roofs that lie, The shooting stars, they know no fate Yet, wish upon one starry eyed. Pretend you're living in a song Sing out your heart, with every step, For whither music, if not to Make real our dreamy inner depths? Who is to say the truth is one, That make believe is foolish waste? Realities are subjective Your fancies are all yours to taste. Company that will indulge In all the same dreams as your own, Is by far the greatest bliss My timid mind has ever known. So won't you come pretend with me For just a while, with shining eyes, A fleeting flight of fancy, far Into imaginary skies.