A poem a friend wrote to me, december 2011 I think… :-)

Poem written for a friend

There was a pied piper in Hamelin,
with a profile photographers dream of,
who enticed all the mice away
to no one knows where.

And when the last mouse
had finally been been sent scampering,
our piper decided a cat would be really the thing.
But while waiting for just the right cat,
in the meantime
a discovery was made.

That, lo and behold,
there was more to Hamelin than one might imagine
and beyond that tiny town
a great world to explore.

So like all good music makers who follow their music,
this one went off to see what could be had.

(Maybe even that elusive cat)

About Isabel Serra Bargalló

Flutist / Flautista
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