sleep

Sleep.
The name of the song we are singing in concert choir.
It sounds so boring, yet I am so obsessed with it.
It is basically a musical orgasm in your ears. Some of you who aren't musical probably won't appreciate it that much, but it is just so amazing.
The story behind the song is this:
This composer, Eric Whitacre, composed this song originally to another poem... I don't remember which one... but one that he didn't write. Supposedly, a lot of other artists and composers had used the poem too for their songs, so he didn't think anything of it. Then, the author of the poem found out the Whitacre used it, and wouldn't let him or anyone else use it again. So, Whitacre hired another author to write him a poem... and there was a born this poem about sleep.
This is the official poem, by Charles Anthony Silvestri:

The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon

Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind’s a-flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead

If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight

What dreams may come, both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep.

And here is the actual song...

just listen