Looking at museum walls
Works from many different people expressing their arts
I wonder if they knew at all
That they'd be remembered at least by who reads the description cards
But no institution
Allows the inclusion
Of those with no public at all
So I'll transform my house into a museum hall
I will hang all the melodies,
Lay the chords on the floor
And suspend all the harmonies
To embellish the chorus
I'll serve the best food
In the prettiest plates
I will make sure my guests
Leave with something to say
Cause I'm tired
Of living constraining myself
And my joy won't depend on just somebody else
I will unfold my soul and
Expose in the walls
I will transform my house into a museum hall
One day when I'm gone
A new family will come
And inaugurate its galleries
Exhibitions must end
To make room for some novelties
But the memories remain
On the minds of them all
Who remember my house
As a museum hall