By Nicholas Hooper

Is there anyone there except me?
Logic says there isn’t there can’t be
but suppose there was, how would that feel
to have someone at my shoulder?

Is there anyone here except me?
In my heart maybe or in my head?
Imagine me being set free
from loneliness and sad reflection.

Is there anyone around except me?
A memory perhaps or a belief.
If there was and I had company
I would feel such a relief.



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