LAURA NYRO
 
No one ever did this better than Laura Nyro
but one day she decided that she had to go
(as she mentioned in a song)
Eli was coming and she was gone
but I am considering the middle of her life
the quiet hidden music of NYRO the housewife
the subtle secret songs she orchestrated in her head
as she folded childrens' clothes or made up the bed
 
 
I have written songs in dreams, asleep
waking suddenly the music fades away
nothing to hold no note to keep
the secret subtle silence of the waking day
 
I saw Laura Nyro just before she died
the ageing poetry could not finally be denied
but she played an electric keyboard... songs I didn't know
opening for someone I don't recall; some trivial show
But it was HER voice,, her vision, and her passion
(all of which by then had fallen out of fashion)
besides me I'm not sure anyone knew who
was singing like LAURA NYRO in that little room
 
I have written songs in dreams, asleep
waking suddenly the music fades away
nothing to hold no note to keep
the secret subtle silence of the waking day