A cacophony of sound

Clarinets, violins, trumpets,

Vocalists warming up their voice.

I hear mine above all the others.

But why?

I recognize myself.

I stand out from each of these musicians,

And yet

Each of them stand out to me,

From the piccolo to the tuba,

Soprano to bass,

I hear them all.

Together they are one sound

With individual qualities.

As I relax and listen,

I hear my competitors.

I hear individuals.

I hear my colleagues,

Those I will be honored to work with.

I smile as I realize that I am among them.

I am part of them.

Their talent is mine own.

Together, we each individually hear nothing,

Make nothing,

Nothing but blissful

Music.