the sentinel stood firm, aghast
at what stood there before it
was it a troubadour or something silent?
the sentinel cried out, aloud
to attract a crowd around it
why did it feel the need to share?
they came from there, from everywhere
to hear the melody of song
and dance whilst chance appeared
come join me, dearest friend of foe
come sing and croon and hum along
the troubadour and sentinel
brought joy to town, forgotten
forget not what had left, away
meaning of bliss
this full, bright day
time to leave?
and share in love
and life beyond it.