Dawnings
stunned
By Nicholas Hooper
stunned, I saw the world through different eyes
beneath all the hate and fear that drives to war
there must be a stream of tears, of softness
defenceless, the young child knows fury and the need to survive
that child is always there but turns away from love to force
its anger hits out at another and another and another
until entire countries would fight over land which is power
but underneath the small child cries
cries for its mother
and in another world she is there to hold him safe
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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