Ghost of a Dead Hummingbird if you need a place to stay

I think I'll make these walls like you, another three, another three.
I'm speaking in images I'll never see.
Writhing in the glass, catch me smiling.
Writhing in the glass, push on violently - being gently unaware.
The treble.
I was in every picture, I listened from the stairwell.
Assemble.
Resemble