diminished triad.

My violin teacher has been stressing the importance of acknowledging the diminished chords. And it's been kind of hard for me because they're so unfinished and open. So, instead of practicing, here's an ode in their honor.

ODE to the diminished triad.
Anomalous. I bet- the others, the majors the minors, envy and hate
him. The way he is able to form himself, incomplete,
the way he makes their ears yearn for that half-step up,
Unstable, says the dictionary.
dissonant.
ODE to the composer who first decided
to end his piece with him.

Living is composed
Living is  strung together with diminished triads.
To satisfy our progressions we try so hard
to make a major.
Somedays the best we can do is a minor.
And then other days,
 we're forced to end diminished.
ODE to him, ODE to the diminished
and ODE to that feeling
the resonance,
the residue
the empty wave of noise
left afterwards.

Le Violon d'Ingres - by Man Ray, 1924