Song of the day: "Beautiful" by Stephen Sondheim

A very poignant song about the nature of beauty.

From Sunday in the Park with George

OLD LADY:
Changing...
It keeps changing.
I see towers
Where there were trees.
Going,
All the stillness,
The solitude,
Georgie.
Sundays,
Disappearing
All the time,
When things were beautiful...

GEORGE:
All things are beautiful,
Mother,
All trees, all towers,
Beautiful.
That tower-
Beautiful, Mother,
See?
A perfect tree.

Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother,
Pretty is what changes.
What the eye arranges
Is what is beautiful.

OLD LADY:
Fading...

GEORGE:
I'm changing.
You're changing.

OLD LADY:
It keeps fading...

GEORGE:
I'll draw us now before we fade,
Mother.

OLD LADY:
It keeps melting
Before our eyes.

GEORGE:
You watch
While I revise the world.

OLD LADY:
Changing,
As we sit here-
Quick, draw it all,
Georgie...

BOTH:
Sundays-

OLD LADY:
Disappearing,
As we look-

GEORGE:
Look!... Look!...

OLD LADY:
You make it beautiful.
Oh, Georgie, how I long for the old view.