Dawnings
Quiet dawn
By Nicholas Hooper
Silence
And no bird sings
Where have they gone, my birds?
Just now the repetitive moaning of a pigeon breaks the quiet
and I wonder if a poison has filled the air to bring such a lonely sound.
Where is the trainee blackbird, the friendly robin, the distant greenfinch?
What power can break this melancholy time when no bird sings to see the light?
Just hope is all I have, and patience to wait for that day
when an early morn is greeted by beautiful song
and not the moan of circular gloom.
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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