Pues una de mis favoritas es Vincent, de Don MacLean (el de American Pie, es que no me acuerdo si se escribía así), dedicada, claro a VanGogh. Es pura poesía descriptiva (¿cómo cantarle, si no, a un pintor?) y en el estribillo, con una sola frase, te mete toda la soledad del genio creativo:
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to make them free:
they would not listen, they're not listening still...
perhaps they'll never will.

For they could not love you
and still your love was true
and when no hope was left inside on a 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...

¿Es obligatorio escribir la letra, o basta con abrir la ventana para que a la gente le entre curiosidad? Es que tendría que buscarla. En siguientes ediciones iré ampliándola, según me vaya acordando