Lyrics
a song written after i learned of the passing of jane marczewski (aka Nightbirde), who wowed america and deeply touched me with her appearance on america's got talent. a beautiful spirit, gone way too soon.
moonrise and the nightbird's tune comes calling
gentle as it dances through the trees
singing songs and that float up to the heavens
to brings new life she carries on the breeze
taking simple words she writes her prayers
and lifts them on a melody she found
and when the song somehow has now grown silent
an echo lingers when the moon goes down
who dares to try and capture one's own spirit
or ride it as a wild unbroken horse
with reins in hand you try to sense directions
but know that only he can set its course
and reaching grassy fields they thought too distant
the race they run leaves paths upon the ground
to guide all those still tied up by the tether
who run in place and watch the moon go down
her weakened frame must carry joy and sadness
and somehow be the bridge between the two
the pain it never lets her leave the darkness
but courage gives her strength to fight anew
and time is still the long-unbeaten enemy
the only foe that ever kept her bound
the nightbird sings her last verse in a whisper
the dawn awak'ning as the moon goes down
a flame sparks high and burns just for a moment
with light to shine and gentle warmth to give
when each must finally turn a dying ember
the light and warmth it brought will somehow live
the haunting song we heard with moon arising
the nightbird in the stars she dances 'round
her wings to take her to a far horizon
her song to echo when the moon goes down