In the not quite morning

I was going to write about morning birds But they've stopped And I suddenly can't hear a thing Other than the other occupant of this room A distant chirp tries to draw my thoughts My own breath It's there And the birds outside I can hear them after all And I won't cry, not now I cover my eyes and breathe Silent tears leak Do they betray me or Do I betray them not letting them fall? I must stop holding my breath I must listen to birdsong I'll close my eyes again Let them sing me back to sleep