Dawnings
Depression
By Nicholas Hooper
I don’t know what I’m doing here, honestly.
The bonds of the cocoon that keep me in loneliness
get forever tighter as I create the armour that imprisons me.
Is it time, I ask, to break free and find that I am not just that,
that person who lives only to create and receive applause?
Without my creativity I am nothing, I say to myself,
but is there more? A different reason to be here
jamming on this ‘mortal coil’?
The bonds of needing to make a wow,
to have millions listening to me, are tighter now.
So tight that they must break and in their breaking
they may release me to fly again…
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper