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