what happened to my brother the life in his eyes did something shake his brain on that long bus ride what happened to my brother swear he had my mother s face what i d give to find him hold him in a long embrace what happened to his body why s he look so white and empty when he shows up at my door just don t know him used to sit and talk for days now he lays there in a haze till some tiny little nothin triggers psychotic eruption what happens when he s sleepin why s he wake up cryin and screamin walkin into walls and runnin like hungry animals are comin to gnaw his bones lap up his blood from a ditch bank in the mud leave his scarecrow in the sticks for the black birds and the blue jays to pick for the nature to encroach for the wanderers to approach for the snow and autumn leaves to be buried underneath for the rivers to rise wash him out into the tides what happened to my brother used to have his pick of lovers a whole array of pretty ones my brother was a silver sun a heavyweight a head bull a front man a waterfall a stoic prince not the second but the first violin so forget the viola so forget the cello so forget the violin he s up he s up he s up in his room gone solo he used to dazzle us leave a trail of magic dust at the end of every joke we would laugh so hard we d choke he could turn over a stone find an endless well of poems used to bring the sweetest gifts we went to him to be uplifted for inspiration friendship we needed love we needed tips oh how i miss how i miss my brother i miss you ask me what s he do he swallows reds he swallows blues stares off in the night sky you ask me what s he do so forget the viola so forget the cello so forget the violin he s up he s up he s up there layin low2