Art and music meet. Don McLean: Vincent ( starry, starry night) the meaning and symbolism

I been reading this great book titled "  Great Artist; the lives of 50 painters explored through their work by Robert Cumming"  Great book I have trouble putting it down and stop reading it. Reading it made me think back of a song in the early 70's called Vincent, starry,starry night by Don McLean. back then I thought it was about a female, but really it about Vincent Van Gogh Note: the sub title, Starry Starry Night is one of his great works that he done.

he was one of the Masters of painting and very dark and deeply troubled person. He was a teacher and a painted. After his wife left him and his son died, he went off the deep end( as I call it) He never could make a name for himself in his life time.

After the wife was gone and his son that did it!! He took his paints, easel and brush and went to a hill top to paint. He setup his easel and started a painting. He stooped and put his brush down and took out a pistol and shot himself in the head!! the Pain of the lost of his wife and son the loneliest and depression, and  ;no one would look at his art.  Was to much to bare for him(as History  recorded it)  After his death and years later he was well know, but no one would pay attention to his work.  its a same he never got the Chance to see it and enjoy it.

Here area's the song see if you can see what I mean about the lyrics and how its about him and art and the symbolism of the song.

Vencent (Starry Starry night) - Don McLean

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Chorus:
Now I understand
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'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Chorus:
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in 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 did not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

As in every art work this song has meaning. Also very sad in many ways.

As for the book!! I am giving this book 4.5 Stars out of 5.

if you know any other songs, that reference art or about an artist, please let me know. I would like to listen to them and know about that.

I am sure I will be talking about other artist later on, as  I  read.