The Supremes - I Hear a Symphony

Long before he died, and when he had the house to himself, Greg was steady to rest the needle at the concentric circle where the spinning vinyl synapse, though hush and blank, silently portended the song he always selected:  I Hear a Symphony, by The Supremes.

Those were the carpet days.  Carpeting was everywhere.  It has since been torn from the painful and revealing rises that still rise and fall beneath Greg's recollection, as he studies those moments in time from his tomb. Greg didn't understand the magnitude of what lay beneath the mat, so he danced aimlessly around the room.