Life Sonnet

I find my life reflected in a song;
not just its lyrics - in its form as well,
as though each decade were a minute long,
condensed by some ennui-removal spell.
A reverent piano patiently
invites my timid vocal to begin,
apologising for what seems to be
the signs of passion testing chains within.
The beast released four minutes from the start
is richer, wild, yet even now constrained.
The rosined voice that swells the solo part
feeds counterpoints to keep me entertained.
I must find ways to spur the artist on
for when that solo ends, so does the song.