Thanks Duck
This is, of course, autobiographical. I fell into the grips of what i would later understand to be clinical depression at an early age. It didn't help that I read horribly sad animal stories---Black beauty was the least of these---over and over. The accordion was a way of "howling" my pain in the seclusion (read hiding place) of the attic. I think, from the reaction I've gotten on this one it missed the mark---I may expand on it some day.