I be a troubadour
marching streets paved
in lines of vellum.

My trombone of pen
releases words elegantly.
My breath dances,
on courtyards for eyes.

I am a troubadour
that moves before
all prince and princesses
born upon earth.

My instrument
is stored in heart
of red velvet case.
My intention is
to spread lyrics joyfully.

I am a troubadour
marching proudly
with my troupe of script.

My invitation stands
for all to gather on sidelines.
My intention is to share
melodies from a scribes score.