Vincent van Gogh

		Vincent

		Starry, starry night
		Paint your palette blue and gray
		Look out on a summer's day
		With eyes that know the darkness in my soul...
		Shadows on the hills
		Sketch the trees and the daffodils
		Catch the breeze and the winter chills
		In colors on the snowy linen land.
		
		Now I understand
		What you tried to say, to me
		And how you suffered for your sanity
		And how you tried to set them free:
		They would not listen; they did not know how --
		Perhaps they'll listen now.
		
		Starry, starry night
		Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
		Swirling clouds in violet haze
		Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
		Colors changing hue
		Morning fields of amber grain
		Weathered faces lined in pain
		Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
		
		Now I understand
		What you tried to say, to me
		And how you suffered for your sanity
		And how you tried to set them free:
		They would not listen; they did not know how--
		Perhaps they'll listen now.
		
		For they could not love you
		But still, your love was true
		And when no hope was left inside
		On that starry, starry night
		You took your life as lovers often do--
		But I could've told you, Vincent:
		This world was never meant
		For one as beautiful as you.
		
		Starry, Starry night
		Portraits hung in empty halls
		Frameless heads on nameless walls
		With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
		Like the strangers that you've met
		The ragged men in ragged clothes
		The silver thorn, a bloody rose
		Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
		
		Now I think I know
		What you tried to say, to me
		And how you suffered for your sanity
		And how you tried to set them free:
		They would not listen; they're not listening still--
		Perhaps they never will.