How the Ear Hears It

I hear what they are saying,
Discussing and relating
About each other's way of painting.

Van Goh & Gauguin, they sit and discuss
While we painted Irises.

They could not agree on anything
And we heard voices screaming at me.

The voices he tried to shield
While lying in the Wheat Fields.

Was it a lady or the voices?
He cut me off.
Now there are no more noises.

The voices were enough to blight
But alone he created Starry Night.

Now I lie in a box, as a gift
As his mind wanders adrift.

Did he cut me off or did Gauguin…
It’s still a mystery in the end.