Dreamweaver, the question asked...

    Cascading from my mind, weaving a spell for me to find
     Asking questions with no answers
      None are suffered, none are offered

       I look into the dreamweaver's eyes, falling fast and long

        Looking about in wonder, amazed
         Over the landscape thereupon
          Verily I spin and twirl
           Ever faster, emotion spilling

            Yet I know, within my heart, an aching
             Only breaking upon my eyes
              Uniquely quaking my soul

(there is a special key to Dreamweaver's question)