Best Wishes

My wishes are sent from a dark, empty home,
sent in the form of an unwritten tome.
The pages merged, they speak nary a word,
wrapping the wing of a diamond blue bird.

Whispers and screams are cracked in the wing,
concealing the chords of a soul meant to sing.
Hidden between the extreme ends of breath
is a love letter forged, forgotten, and left.

It's meant for those whose wings have been clipped,
and nature's diamond whom childhood chipped.
One silent song with endless notes, 

and possible beauty meant to be known.

And if it is found, I have just one request:
fill in the music and return to address.