Progressions Ever Circling

It must be something great
To hide behind the strings
And watch us as we listen
Unaware that you feel too:

As we all fall, so will you
But major follows right on cue
The next one standing in the line
Free of tension, sound sublime

Now the air is tense and timed
Beating, changing on a dime
Acoustic breath, synthetic life
The Third Trumpet still heralds strife

We pour our heart and soul inside
Throw it out although we tried
The second time will do the trick
Lest we ignore the third or sixth

Number two replaces four
Failed attempts not even scored
Back on track we see the rise
The fifth is here, full of life

Tension relieved with safe return
Applause is waiting; it has been earned
Last notes ringing through the room
The music smiles and stays in tune