My voice is that of a troubadour

Esteemed guest in Bacchus' court

My spirit cries in revelry

To share racounteurs' rapport

 

A stage is the dividing line

'Tween death and eternity

Should a recieve but slight applause

I'll have left mortality

 

To know I've made one smile

Or cause ponder a certain thought

Makes my sacrifice accepted

Of hours spent distraught

 

'Tis in these things my soul has found

Peace and meaning all anew

To be a bard is my life's true call

And my humble gift to you