Origami

When words become a song
My heart will make a bird
Out of folded breaths
Which drawn in will fold twice
Make a song of few words
Roost within my breast
'Til refolding multiplies
Birdsongs I can sing
As if my heart were all words
Before breath unfold its wings

Marc S. Libidinsky's Questions:

1) Are the metaphors clear ?

2) Do the lines have quantity ?

3) Are meter & rhyme musical ?

4) Are conceit, and diction heavy-handed ?

5) Do ya like 'm ?