While the lion waits
By Nicholas Hooper
While the lion waits at our door
and we humans chase our tails
round and round, round and round,
the fires rage all round the earth,
the gases surge and fill the sky,
they make no sound, they make no sound.
And selfish nature in a trap
gives us excuse to hide our heads
in the sand, in the sand.
That very nature closes in,
its hot breath now we truly see
so close to hand, so close to hand.
That lion still waits outside our door,
its mouth is wide, its teeth are sharp,
it needs to eat, it needs to eat.
So go now look it in the face
and hear its roar, and smell its breath,
and in its breath the smell of death.
And now accept the fear that we,
the most successful creature free,
will take that lion with us when we die,
and take all life, and fill the sky
with murderous gas, as we would fly
away from that which gave us life.
This earth, this creature at our door
will turn away and ask no more.
“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, 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