this poem is a real tribute to words. Like an artist we use words to paint with - we paint everything and more.
Sonnets are a form I have struggled with. Their many restriction present barriers for the painter - like painting an thickly swirled ceiling. How do we get the paint to conform the the rules?
Your sonnet is a good stab at the form; it uses wonderful language in a tight syllabic form. As for the iambic pentameter, this, I feel, requires revision to make this sonnet truly sing.
I find I write as I speak & do not do well with IP. I should deny IP as a natural form of language, but too many good poems use it. Simply not many of mine.