Between The Sheets Of Sleep Awake

I think of sleep being above and below me... My sleep supports me as the cotton sheet I rest on, and like the sheet that covers me, my spirit skin, wrapped by sleep.

I consider the piano as an expression of my thoughts and feelings of my time between the sheets of sleep, and the orchestra, the elements of my dream and spirit world.

Awake: the state of being, a journey towards becoming, or the instruction to be: conscious and aware.