When Patti and Robert met they slept covered by a blanket of stars. Art did get them, and in the end they let anyone who wasn’t them sing the song of their innocence. Flowers and birds, hunger and passion, gifts and symbols: a black bow for Baudelaire, glass beads for Rimbaud, a poem song for Janis, a career for Jimi, the paying of respects for Jim, a modest necklace from Persia. So many others decided what would happen to them.