Fairy, Fairy Night

"Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,

Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.

Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the 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,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will... "

Lyrics by Don McLean, "Vincent"
Images photographed by Merisi
in December 2009
at Galerie Austria,
Liliengasse, and
St. Stephen's steeple,
as seen from Liliengasse

Images
© by Merisi