Vincent

Mesmerized by his canvas, I fell into a deep silence. And felt the pain that stirred in his heart Oh, how he loved the simple peasants and captured their brilliance It was in his strokes he found a magical craft Any price placed on his exquisite creations Left a deep scare on his soul To that which is sold is no longer free To that which is left free on the dreams of time, remains whole In the days of your life, they called you insane Oh, what have they taken from you, Vincent? Your Glory perhaps, perhaps your fame. You gave them your soul, in wondrous magnificence. On that starry starry night...