Quillip - The Little Fires of Tarja

[Spoken Intro] Today is a birthday. Which means... I should probably bring a present. I searched for gold. I searched for rare sounds. I searched for impossible music. ... Instead... I found a library full of little campfires. Apparently... they all belonged to Tarja. [Verse 1] No towering throne No crystal hall Just wooden shelves Warm and small One little flame beneath a string One beside an old raven wing A cello quietly humming low Like northern rivers under snow Every fire held a scene Nothing grand... Nothing queenly Just tiny moments softly bright Keeping ordinary light [spoken] I believe... someone has been collecting memories. [Chorus] Some collect silver Some collect gold You collect stories Too precious to hold A laugh becomes music A comment takes flight You turn little moments Into warm little lights Happy Birthday, Tarja... May your fires never fade. [Verse 2] A Discord ping inside a jar Someone laughing from afar A raven feather drifting down A crooked paper flower crown One old tagelharpa sighed Cello strings breathed deep inside Someone whispered... "Soup again?" Everybody laughed... Amen. A child drew a purple heart Someone called it... modern art. [spoken] I rather liked it. [Chorus] Some collect silver Some collect gold You collect stories Too precious to hold A joke becomes chorus A stranger belongs And every comment Becomes one of your songs Happy Birthday, Tarja... Keep singing us home. [Verse 3] Then the librarian smiled at me "You still don't understand." He handed me an empty lantern. "It only lights when someone feels welcome." I waited. Nothing happened. Then Tarja walked into the room. People smiled. Someone waved. Someone started humming. One by one... every little fire grew brighter. Until the whole library glowed. [whisper] ... Oh. That's the secret. [Final Chorus] Some collect silver Some collect gold You collect people Before they grow old A room becomes family A chorus takes flight You turn little moments Into lasting light Happy Birthday, Tarja... May your stories never end. [Spoken Outro] I almost forgot your present. ... I brought you... one empty jar. Because I already suspect you'll know exactly what to put inside.