a bumble bee, concealing it’s identity beneath a blue plastic mac,

preserving it’s modesty A warehouse full of artists & musicians greeted

me with serious coffee & improvised cinemas. Nests of exotic guitar pedals

spilled out from beneath radiators, tiny Parisian dogs played keyboards

& drummers shook my hand with fists like sandpaper steel.

I’ve meet some extraordinary people, gifted musicians, talented artists,

enthusiastic, hard working & all of them friendly. People I never knew

existed until I slipped outside the castle gates  & waved.