carpet is the start,

basic, room is a yes,

when you walk in ,

you ask

and sitting now , listen

to guitars, breathing, voices,

condense into little clouds

then sounds rain down

you drink of the beauty,

of the beauty of the voices

of the passion in the strumming

of reverberations

dampening the carpet,

you want to lay down in the water

you want to stand in every corner

carpet becomes end,

and when will end when

eternalness of yes sings to

you, ask