Nick Cook ~ The Poet, the Artist For so long I have loved the music of Nick Cook. To call it music would not be giving it full credit. Nick is a poet, in the truest sense of the word. His music, the words, it's pure literature. He paints pictures for all to see, and the pictures are no less flowing than those of the greatest artists throughout time. Landscapes, feelings, moods, times, places, people and things, it is all there Nick's voice, combined with the instrumentation is like water flowing down a beautiful woodland stream. My emotions are carried along this wonderfully mystical journey he so graciously invites us to join him on. I work late at night allot, and to have him sitting here in my room [ in musical spirit ] can turn any of these long working nights into magical experiences. His music opens the veil into other places, beautiful places, places filled with light filtering through the misty morning forest and more. I can't do justice in expressing the beauty of this poet's work, you will have to feel it for yourself. This is what music is supposed to be, something that can show you things in your mind, take you places in your heart and warm your very soul. My favourite line from any song I have ever heard is a line from his song " September". It is the mark of literature, as is the rest of the song and all of his songs for that matter. If you are old enough to understand this line, then you will agree with me that it's is indeed literature. "Autumn light comes through my window, weaving patterns on the wall" I thank Nick, and have literally thanked him many times, for sharing these songs with me, and you will thank him too when you finish the mystical journey he takes you on.