My Brother

Is the symphony orchestra,

The melody in every string,

The beautiful prince Siegfried.

Apollo, the god,

Everyone would

love to take,

To keep, to love

A god,

From top

to bottom. He’s

The history book

You flip through.

The teacher

Who taught me

What was right and wrong.

The one that got caught

Once, just once,

But never did it again.

The Picasso,

That moves the paint brush

Slow and gingerly.

And creates

The path to glory.

Then looks straight,

To the horizon

And walks to the end of the earth.