What spoke to me directly about this prose poem is the way it approaches a musical instrument on many different angles. As a composer, I come across a ton of instruments day in and day out. From there, I can get the interpretations that Al Zolynas applies to the accordion specifically. On a physical end, any instrument might appear ugly [the manuals of the Ford Hall organ apply here but that's a different story...]. But in and of itself, each instrument has a person with a story to tell and acts as a tool to tell that story. There also is intrinsic beauty and a comeliness to each instrument, or therein, moving the definition to the deeper level and going more in depth with the thoughts, the concept of the instrument and the story the person playing it must tell through there.
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