ðɪ ˈɪmɪdʒ kəntˈɪnjuːz tʊ ʌnfˈoʊld, ɔnðɪ ˈʌðɚ sˈaɪd ʌv wʌt ɐpˈɪɹz təbi ɐ kˈɜːtən sˈɛpɚɹˌeɪɾɪŋ ðə tˈuː sˈaɪdz ʌvðə mjˈʊɹɹəl, wɪð pˈeɪdʒᵻz ʌv mjˈuːzɪk, ɐ ɡɹˈænd piˈænoʊ ænd ɐ tˈeɪbəl lˈeɪd fɚɹə sˈʌmptʃuːəs mˈiːl mˈɛni nˈaɪvz ænd fˈɔːɹks, ˌʌndɚ wˌɪtʃ ɑːɹ fˈɪɾᵻd ɐ nˈʌmbɚɹ ʌv bˈʊks, wˌɪtʃ ɐkˈoːɹdɪŋ tə lˈɪdiə pˈæpəz
The image continues to unfold, on the other side of what appears to be a curtain separating the two sides of the mural, with pages of music, a grand piano and a table laid for a sumptuous meal (many knives and forks), under which are fitted a number of books, which according to Lydia Pappas