glass staircase

I rush up and down
On a spiraling glass staircase.
I move with the music-
Each interval a step,
Each long note a landing.

Light on my feet
As if I were floating on air,
I ascend and descend.
Quickly and skillfully,
Full of grace.

Notes scattered across a page,
Footsteps light and gentle.

The sound grows and swells,
Then-
A hush.

A flurry of movement,
A moment of rest.

Like a spiraling glass staircase
The sounds are delicate,
Yet strong.
Soft, but shining.

Small and sparkling,
Grand and full.