Musician Injuries

August 23, 2017

When the soloist lowers her Strad and takes a bow, she reveals the violin’s mark on her throat, which makes me think of Mozart...

 

When the soloist lowers her
Strad and takes a bow,
she reveals the violin’s mark
on her throat, which makes me think
of Mozart, who rehearsed so hard
and gripped his quill so tight
his hand became a claw
by the time he turned twenty-nine.

Compared to them, I can’t complain-
my injuries are nothing more than
a calloused finger from writing
progress notes, a backache from
sitting with a thousand weightless
secrets, and a neck stiffened by nodding
“yes, yes,” in time to my patients’
sad love songs, each beat
a measure of the hours I practice,
the score I still have to learn.