Van Goghs ear sings tales all night
Soulful moaning over minds eye sight
Antagonize the heart and turn the eye
A visitor to the heart or passing by
 
From this spring that we all drink
What whispers all the thoughts we think
Lunatic genius with eyes turned in
Tell me where my mind has been
 
A freighting tether is shelter and cage
Where the writers pen touches page
Inks fossil trail bleeding from my pen
A history of where my heart has been
 
To go and not say in doing so
Beyond this point no words can go
With feet of clay and hand to chalk
Ive come to hear Van Goghs ear talk