Answer:
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I am the heart that does not beat. If cut, I bleed without blood. I can fly, but have no wings. I can float, but have no fins. I can sing, but have no mouth.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?