No ending

By Nicholas Hooper

Is this an end or just a pause?
Is this a rhyme without a cause?
Is this the time to close the door?
And will these musings come no more?

Ending is a chance most strange
I come across it without warning
These daily music, words that range
As I get up and greet the morning

But an end cannot end for thought cannot cease
And all that was there will continue to chime
Like a distant bell that the wind blows away
Only to return on a whisp of a day…
Trapped in a prison of beauty



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