Metamorphic

The breath of the orchestra
swells and curls around my back
a writhing dance in trembling lights
the beat of life,
a brain awakened,
sparking the spiral
and tempting each sense.
I feel the want and open my wings
one feathered note atop another
the scaly softness becoming my armor
arms in freedom folding in
moving the score
that swells with deep breaths
my heart ruptures into golden light
entranced by the spectrum,
continuum of song
wide and deep
I dare dip my lighted wings
into the spiral of notes abounding
clinging to my taloned feet
I count the seconds,
bound by the fingers of harp strings
With one stroke
the claw slays wire,
I've broken free
the motion a tympanic thunder
and quickly I leap
falling on the wind of horns and strings
my eyes wide open
my body weightless in the storm around me
the music of thunder
like a rising flame
holds me aloft
as I soar in spirals
the nerve to feel a surging light
freedom is the sound
and freedom is my flight.