They lived like paupers
Their only wealth in pen or paint or piano
Nights alone in rooms lit by candle
Wanting, waiting for
The right word or colour or note
Some line that would strike a chord
In a stunned passerby
Mozart removed his rings
To show there was no magic in his music, just him
Van Gogh, starved, cut off his ear
And now we revere the madness
The swirling stars, the swelling chords
Your belated accolades mean little
You missed the connection\u00a0
And they died as they lived, alone<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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