Yes

Please,
give me a moment of perfection
and make me remember it

Give me grace
and make me swallow
the song of another light
as it plays weak
cellos in the dark

Beneath laughter sweet breath
symbols of something, something

give give

another snowflake
harp plays on mountain
music echoes in vale
voices cut through snow
knives in ice
tired and cold
musicians, weeping
tearing the ice
comfortably, I wear the fog
in quiet, I sing
feet move slowly, surely
is this a blissful dream?

Closer to heaven than to ground
the answer paints your palm

yes