Drabble: The Death of a Jester

I heard a joke, but no one laughed, listened to a waltz with no dancers, and spoke a name which could not be spoken. Yes, I proclaimed that name which better bred ears would not listen to, and which uneducated ears could not recognize. The first call me foolish and the latter mad, and I know not what I am. The name has been spoken, though, and its echoes may be whispered by some after me. I cannot speak it again, not without my tongue, and I think the torturers will be done with me soon; then I can die.