Was this old joanna dumped and discarded all forlorn by the roadside or was it placed with care as a monument to some cherished event. Does time and the weather forbid it to play a tune, doleful or full of joy? Despite the apparent destruction can it still play the part dreamed of by its maker? Surely if it could it would play the blues.
Who owned it? Does anyone own anything, isn't it all borrowed, the piano, our body, all from the Earth and one day she will come and ask for it back? That's the blues allright.