The paintings done are through way
The greatest one he never made
A showman 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
Sing into an empty hole
Silence at the catacomb
You are unusual to me
and a kiss
tells of things the words have missed
a moment of you
lost on my lips each night
to see a star with naked eyes
and know it has already died
or a common 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
Strange kind of beautiful
Sealed into an empty hole
Silenced at the catacomb
Tears of embers as they fall
The sound of
soldiers at the door
You're a strange kind of beautiful