Arthur and the Librarian



We want to share our love of life, music, and happiness with you.

You’re a wind-up bird that can not fly,

Plumes askew, the blue of a pale fire.
Shall i pluck your feathers to decorate my sky?

comment allez-vous?

Take your lovely time;
Rest in your nest until someone gives you life.

comment allez-vous? 

Have you no patience, have you no purpose
when you’re not flying high?
have you no patience, have you none left in me?

comment allez-vous?