Teardrops on my clarinet

The ode to joy
Has lost it's joy
The tears fall sliding down the keys
The fingers move skillfully changing pitches
The mouth tightens and loosens correcting the sound
The tears stream more and more
As the song ends
The clarinet is set down
And one last tear falls
But this tear is red
A crimson red
From the player
of this happy song
But there is no joy in this song
It has all but gone
And left just the empty tune
And empty notes
The perfect company for a empty song
An empty song devoid of it's happiness