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  • Writer's pictureDidier Bahuaud

Locrian Wail

Oh, Locrian, you're a weird scale.

Your chords are a mess,

your sound true madness.

Unlike Lydian, you flail and wail.

Your root is diminished;

your progression dissonant.

You feel unfinished.

Was that by accident?

Your strength is your name,

exotic, without shame.

You’re a poem from a land

where no one has a band.

Oh, Locrian, you're a weird scale.

Few meet your challenge willingly

unless they're deranged verily.

You leave us all frail and pale.

— 02-20-2022

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