Xillian Xyraz and the Forgotten Trinkets #The Tavern

[Open community project] * This song was written for @Gibeligob, for “The Tavern” (#TheTavern) * The project is open to everyone, so if you’d like to contribute a song about a character at the tavern, feel free to comment at Gibe’s page here: https://suno.com/song/0805eaf2-6855-47ff-9d7c-fa41dcc13f47?show_comments=true Down in the basement of Tinkertune Tavern lives a creature, let me tell you a little more about him: Xillian Xyraz is his name, a cute mythical little creature that lives in the basement as long as I can remember. He collects little trinkets left behind by guests of The Tavern, which he uses to tinker with his secret artwork in the basement. No one has ever seen him, but if you're in The Tavern after closing time and listen carefully, you can hear him fiddling with the trinkets he's just acquired......... ============================================ Down in the basement, where no one can see. Lives a small creature, as quirky as can be. Xillian Xyraz, with his twinkling eyes. A basement artist, beneath the Tavern's supplies. In the dark where the lanterns sway. Lives this artist, who hides away. Xillian Xyraz with a toothy grin. Tinkering treasures in his shadowed den. He scuttles and searches all combined. Collecting treasures that guests leave behind. A broken bottle, a forgotten key. Each trinket a piece of his quiet mystery. Tinker, twist and polish fine. In his own world, a secret design. Every piece a story untold, Xillian's artwork forged from gold. A button here, a pebble there. Shiny baubles from who knows where. Guests above sip their ale and cheer. While Xillian's art grows year by year. A coil of wire, a broken spoon. He hums soft songs beneath the moon. No one sees his delicate craft. He giggles alone, then hides and laughs. Tinker, twist and polish fine. In his own world, a secret design. Every piece a story untold, Xillian's artwork forged from gold. A snapped guitar string, a lost silverpoon. A button that glints like the crescent moon. He twists and he molds with tiny deft hands. Creating a world only he understands. The tavern hums with life upstairs. While Xillian dreams without a care. Trinkets speak in voices faint. A hidden world he creates with paint. Tinker, twist and polish fine. In his own world, a secret design. Every piece a story untold, Xillian's artwork forged from gold. The footsteps above are his only song. But he hums their rhythm, all night long. A world in fragments is his to claim. A basement Picasso, in the art of the unnamed. A button here, a pebble there. Shiny baubles from who knows where. Guests above sip their ale and cheer. While Xillian's art grows year by year,.... by year.... A button here, a pebble there. Shiny baubles from who knows where. Guests above sip their ale and cheer. While Xillian's art grows year by year, by year. Tinker, twist and polish fine. In his own world, a secret design. © Artanne