By Nicholas Hooper
I cry for the world to which I belong
I long to sing it a gentle song
of relief from suffering, fear and starvation,
from wars that break out between every nation.
I cry for the victims for they are so many
compared to the killers: the terrorists, the army.
The ones who would live in peace and survive
the evil intention to take every life.
Revenge is the keyword, the reason for action.
To kill, maim and torture each rival faction.
To continue the cycle of reaction to terror
turn anger to murder, that’s man’s greatest error.
“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, 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