Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Sound from My Past

Listening to the radio,

Heard a familiar melody.

It was a tune I sure did know,

The notes all sang in my best key,

Backed up by what was once my band,

With stringed instruments we played.

Top of charts the ballad did land,

Lots of money for me it made.

But my habits all turned to bad.

Sour went my rhythm and rhyme.

I heard some of my fans felt sad

When I got sentenced to hard time.

The acoustics don't sound so well

Sitting here in this prison cell.