Dawnings
Once
By Nicholas Hooper
Once, when dawn dark turned to grey
I heard a nightingale sing in an improbable place.
Once, when a blackbird friend was caught behind glass it could not understand
I held it in my hands and felt it fly into the free air.
Once, when walking down a path of snakes
I saw a golden eagle soaring overhead.
These precious sounds and sights are diamonds in my eyes.
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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