Mute Canary

They don't know you sing.

You, who lost your melody,

no longer chirp what they understand.

They can't hear your threnodies

when you sigh them. 

I hear snippets of your tunes, you know…

In the wrinkles on your forehead 

When your furrowed brows knit together, 

I hear your song and its jarring tune. 

Your song, it trickles out, not from your beak, 

But from those exhalations

You try to stifle under your breath. 

You're angry, aren't you?

You're tired, aren't you?

Sigh again, and you won't need to even say you are. 

~sigh~

You want out of this cage.

I hear them, you know…

I hear snippets of your song.

©Marcel