A Strange Kind Of Beautiful

The paintings Turner threw away The greatest one he never made A Chopin impromptu that nobody heard But him A sunken ship that won't be found A falling tree that makes no sound The way that you are with no one around But me To touch a frozen waterfall, a flower at a funeral A strange kind of beautiful Singing to an empty hall, silence at the curtain call You are unusual to me The information in a kiss Tells of things the words have missed A moment of you, the last on my lips Each night To see a star with naked eyes and know it has already died Or a comet fly only once in a lifetime To know just enough To know we know nothing at all To touch a frozen waterfall, a flower at a funeral A strange kind of beautiful Singing to an empty hall, silence at the curtain call You are unusual to me Tears of emperors as they fall The sound of soldiers at the door A strange kind of beautiful