b.z. niditch | my first audition


In my solitary nature
that inhabits
a music hideout
of a vocation
casts an aura
in the concert hall
full of klieg lights
trading in my silence
as the first violinist
in front of me
loses an A string
in a furioso passage
from a sober bridge
she sleeping off
a late-night wine
in a chamber music
quartet competition
closing in at a loss
of her bad luck
and I won the contest.

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