G Minor Over A Diminished 7th Poem by Jon Payne

Maybe it wasn't the right time to play that song.
Things are more backwards than forwards,
some things even ended up sideways.
In it's splendor it lacked acuity and thus meaning.

But still, the chord rings...
Silently on the strings...
And in the mind...
And you wish you could play it again...

Maybe at a more suitable time...
Where it could belong...
And be enjoyed...
To hear the melody..

The growing volume and complexity as more strings are played...
And to forget all that has happened...
To be born again.
Like the phoenix,

It dies...
But from the ashes...
Breeds new life.