One sultry summer night when the white pines
stood still and the orchestra played in shirtsleeves,
the cymbals crashed to end the symphony's
third movement, and a woman collapsed
on the lawn. When she opened her eyes
in the first aid tent a cardiologist
asked about her heart, an internist wondered
if she might be diabetic, and a neurologist
ventured she must have vertigo. But she waved
away their questions until a psychiatrist asked,
"Why do you think you collapsed?"
And she raised her blue eyes, measured each
physician like a maestro leading a children's orchestra:
"Doctors! Such fools! It was the Ludwig van Beethoven!"
