For they could not love you, but still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night You took your life as lovers often do, But I could have told you, Vincent, This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

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 stranger that y…

Now I understand what you tried to say to me How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen they did not know how, perhap…

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death.

Kurt Cobain was so young Sad to see this poet's gone.

Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.