This poem might fit that music:


When sleep descends upon your eyes,
and all around the dark conspires,
do not fear what lies in store,
when sleep comes tapping at your door,

greet this friend with open arms,
and lose yourself within its charms,
race down roads that never bend,
climb up trees that never end,

now rest on clouds  that gently glide,
and drift above the silent night,
and watch the world go slowly past,
for here you are in sleeps, soft, grasp.