RIP Marlon Brando

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 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 and 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 artists’ 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 have 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 of 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…,