A poem written for my brother by our cousin Heather

Brian’s Song Illustrated by Heather Kerr (My cousin)

My dear Brian, your innocents comes so natural, and your nature so mild. Purely and effortlessly being “inspired” by events, people, and ongoing surroundings, yet a creative genius in your own right, an inspiration that requires a certain sort of spaciness—in fact, it requires exactly the sort of spaciness that often traps a child as yourself.
I’m sure you have been told numerous times that you don’t understand this world. Will we ever be able to understand the mind of such a complex young man as your self? What is understanding this world anyways? Isn’t this world build upon perception, misguided interpretation? Who really understands it, maybe you get it better then we do? Are you trapped within the throws of a glorious song? Possibly, a song which only strums your name? Tell me your song….

Does your song demonstrate imagination creating new potential, dreams of new and original possibilities, not yet existing in this world? Does your song possess profound ability? Will technology ever allow us to hear the words? However, one thing is for certain and that is your melody, your keen sense of orchestration that shows a spectacle of your heart of gold. You’re unfound innocents, charming ways and gentle nature, so open, pure yet spontaneous. Is this conceivable to you, or an instinct by God’s perfect design? Can you begin to grasp your indescribable worth? Show me your song…

Brian, do you ever feel misunderstood in a world built upon expectations of perceived identity, Hollywood design, structure, and stereotypes? Brian feel fortunate that you do not have to conform to a society filled with Barbie’s and Ken’s, businessmen and stock brokers. Your heart Brian, was given complete unison in chime with the angels, a silver harp to surpass life’s demons and substitute your lyrics with goodness, wholesomeness, and purity. Seeking out every opportunity to draw out the one left behind amongst the worldly clutter. Blessed with the ability to see through transparent character and smoke filled mirrors a misguided society so ready to hear your song, yet unredeemable and deluded within our own reflections to open our ears to soak in your tune.

However, your presents is but a mere gift, a song to be sung, a shining star that opens our eyes to a world we may never be fortunate enough to ever know, only through the eyes of your song. Brian you are so loved, as a first cousin to me, and known as a brilliant singer to you, I will never be able to quite understand the cords that strum your heart. Though I long to hear your song with my ears, my eyes capture yet only a glimpse. To me your song is bliss to my soul for we may never be able to understand the depth and courage of your song.


Picture above: Me and my cousin Heather