Magical Music

As the note plays and goes and plays and flows,
And as the music runs like blood in your bones and the ears applause their love and approval of the music,
There's just one thing...
Something's wrong,
The note plays but the love is gone.
Your beautiful music doesn't come out and there is no approval,
There is no joy and all is left is just a ring of minors and no majors,
The joy had been there but now its nowhere,
The note is sour,
The love is gone,
But that's the beauty of a song,
It always turns sour at the end but now it's ringing like a songbird,
It’s not sour but neither sweet but just in the middle,
In the air,
It will leave music everywhere.