you can't silence a songbird

i'm digging. and digging. and digging. and yet for some reason, i'm only coming up with memories of precocious hearts spilling their ingredients and allowing them to splash onto the already stained tile floor. while these puddles of blood, love, oil, and mechanics begin to mix there's something that shines my eyes from their heavy daze. something that i should have caught a long time ago. and because i've stolen that tone and thrown it at the mirror, i'm stuck listening to the same old songbird sing from it's cage. this bird sings and sings and sings all day and night..but she never sings to me. too modest is this bird, but she'll sing to other birds and crows. and because she sings, i'll listen.