42 lakeview drive The house down at the end is where we reside It's old but not so bad The rent is low, for which we all are glad My father and mother Myself, the composer Live among others But rarely are bothered It's far from perfect, but it's home I am haunted by this music in my brain An opus for the ages But then It rejects my page and pen But that's life In the house At the end Of lakeview drive