And while the spotlight admires . . . the soloist’s passion, I love . . . the page turner even more,
stands heron-still, flexed,
fully alert, focused on the music,
her hand a burst of wind
tossing a white sheet.
And while the spotlight admires
the soloist’s passion, I love
the page turner even more,
remembering the thrill
of starting at the bottom-
tracking labs, holding retractors,
the lowest rung a badge of honor,
all the confidence earned when
we learn to accept our place.