No way to get tolessons,
not that I want to go.
Brother's smiling at me,
like there's something He knows,
that I don.t
"Jaize, our car broken down."
He says all calm like.
The he looks around.
"You've got to go to lessons today,
otherwise you'll fail saxiphone."
I look at him.
Can't he see it in my eyes.
Guitar, drums, and harp.
THe beating of my own heart.
I can play all of those.
Only dad wants me to learn saxiphone.

"I can drive her."
His boyfriend mumbles.
I look at him.
His face now disorted from a car crash long ago.

I can still hear the screams,
feel the blod on his cheeks.
"I don't want to go to lessons."
It's cold out, and windy,
and starting to snow.
WE both know
it'd endanger his life again.

So I stay away from the door,
my brothe r holding my coat open for me,
waiting(Like he alwaysdoes) so patiently.
I stay,
playing with the carpet, picking at the strands.
Soon enough they'll figure it out,
with out me having to explain.