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Music, words haunting
Vincent: Starry, Starry Night
melody remains
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Melody remains
words linger in my memory
“They would not listen”
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Melody* says all
“perhaps they’ll listen now”, sigh,
speaks of Vincent’s death
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*Verse 3: In googling the definition for melody, I found:
A poem suitable for singing.
A poem suitable for setting to music or singing.
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Image from wikipedia
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siggiofmaine 
siggiofmaine
Victoria
This all started with one of the writers in my group taking an art appreciation course and learned that Van Gogh was shot, not a suicide.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/16/was-vincent-van-gogh-murdered_n_1014662.html ——-if you are interested.
And, he had a copy of the song. That was Tuesday morning.4/24 and was still there when I tried to think of something to write ☺.
My oldest granddaughter, Sabrina, and I made a pilgrimage to LLBean in Freeport one summer when Don McLean was there for an outdoor concert.
Thanks for taking time to comment…
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
Victoria C. Slotto
Okay. Now you have Starry, Starry Night rolling around in my head. Vincent VanGogh–his story touches me right to the core of my being.
Tilly Bud
A great take on the prompt.