The Audience Mime

Blind Mozart,

How dare I scorn you for not seeing

Your nose.

 

How dare I

Shame genius’ inadequacies when my own

Flaws and muteness are shameful for being

Unobserved.

How dare I

Jeer and shout and cry when you play

To an empty hall, when I myself

Fill it.

How dare I

Listen to music – gentle waves and symphonies

Crafted by your loneliness – without showing that

I am here.

 

Blind Mozart,

How dare I scorn you if I am but

Your nose.

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