My Museum

I love to walk in my museum…filled with music…filled with art It is soothing to the body, to the mind, the soul….the heart. If I choose to walk in the evening…or before the dawns first light when I look up I see Van Gogh has painted another Starry Starry Night. If fog has covered my museum at the beginning of the day I walk through muted colors and impressions of Monet. The more I walk in my museum…I never really know was that a Da Vinci…or a Renoir…or a Michelangelo? As I walk I may see an autumn leaf, a raindrop a snowflake or a butterfly…. for only in my museum is artwork falling from the sky? Unlike most museums where art is framed in a permanent display my museum is ephemeral…temporary…it changes subtly every day. And, courtesy of the birds, the crickets and the wind whistling through the trees wherever you go in my museum you’re followed by symphonies. What’s really great about my museum… beside how every day in it is new… is how you can see once you step outside… it’s your museum too.