Name any price,
And please do not hesitate
I can handle all you could ask.
Music, take from me what you will
For to me you are worth it.
If you require me to live on the streets,
A battered old man,
Reeking with the stench of homelessness,
Then I would give it,
If only I could know your sweet sounds.
If my only shelter was to be by the guise of begging
And my only food from disease infected leftovers
If I am to be with you, then I cordially accept.
But please, know that I cannot live a life without you.
Above all, you require uncertainty
I will have no job,
Except for what you will graciously provide,
And perhaps only God knows that date when you will come calling.
But even then, I have certainty that I will pay this price.
When you have the passion, my dearest music,
When desire speaks for you to be heard,
And you seek for someone to do your bidding,
I ask only one favor in return for this price I pay;
That when the time comes for your glory to shine,
That you do not forget about the homeless man,
Who reeks of the stench of troubled times,
Who has no home, and no job,
Who was given all he has, so he might have just one thing,
That you would call upon him,
And trust that he will, after all he has sacrificed,
Uphold your wondrous and inexplicable being
Have faith, my companion,
I have let go of too much to see you defiled at my cost.