A touch of blue
A shade of yellow
The paint brush brings peace and mellow
The artist sighs and looks out at the sky
The stars shine bright above
The moon sings the lullaby of a dove
Vincent knows the way the world looks
Through the most sane persons eyes
The people tell so many lies
But he always knows the truth
That a pinch of shade here
And some texture there
Creates beauty everywhere
A shadow looms below the moon
A reflection of the stars in the sky seems to loom
So many ears in the world
But only one is needed to hear the artist cry
As he paints his pallet
So different yet so true
A loving touch
Brings it to life
And brings the artist
To his death...
