Today I thought about metro”gnome”s and what they might look like – what they might get up to. Today, I thought they might find it funny to swap rhythms around when people weren’t listening properly, or to play hide and seek with you when you didn’t know you were playing.
Today, I lost my metrognome. I don’t know where he went. But when I needed him, he wasn’t there. Wherever you are, metrognome, come back, I was just beginning to like you.
(artist impression on Metrognome)