By Nicholas Hooper

I’ve always wanted to be wild somewhere in my soul.
To roam and run in freedom without any sort of goal
To sing and fly and plunge into the waters of my life
And emerge fresh, invigorated free from all my strife

Freedom, freedom, freedom, is the cry within my soul
At its very sound I feel my body like a bowl
Receiving all the goodness that my flow of blood can give
With all these notes of freedom surely that’s the way to live

So wild I am and wild I’ll be somewhere in my soul
Wild I play and wild I write without particular goal
Racing down the aisles of time my arms are spread out wide
I would not live a tame old life with wildness at my side.



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