In the quiet of midnight, where secrets reside,
I keep my songs like birds, safe deep inside.
Feeding them crumbs of heart, so tender and true,
They flutter in silence, with dreams only I knew.

I lock them in a cage, where soft echoes confide,
Each note a fragile whisper, where my sorrows hide.
Sometimes I set one free into the fleeting light,
But it burns out too quickly, lost in the night.

Every melody holds a piece of my soul,
In their gentle confinement, they make me whole.
Yet when one takes flight, it lives just for a while,
Glimmering briefly before fading with a smile.

I wonder if their beauty could ever truly survive,
When released to the world, in the brilliance of life.
Perhaps it's best to hold them close, never let them stray,
So they can live a little longer with me every day.

I lock them in a cage, where every chord is secure,
A haven for my heart, gentle and pure.
Even if a song soars, it’s destined to fade away,
I choose to keep them near, where they'll forever stay.

In the soft glow of twilight, my songs remain confined,
A secret gallery of dreams, echoing in my mind.
For in this guarded refuge, their light continues to flame—
My caged melodies, eternal, never quite the same.