In an upstairs room under lock and key. It's my brother Former Lee. All the mops and brooms keep him company. Misconceived of the family. Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed. No dreams go in no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled head. Former Lee Warmer. When I hear him play in his twisted key. That's the way he calls to me. On a silver tray I keep the master key. In every way he depends on me. Former Lee Warmer an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleeves. Candle lit puddles arthritic fingers yellow stained ivory keys. In an upstairs room under lock and key. It's my brother Former Lee. And after all these years I've never heard him speak. I wonder what he thinks of me. Former Lee Warmer peeks out the window. When he feels really brave. Former Lee Warmer waves at his father. Out in the family grave. He's flesh and blood to me. I love him brotherly. But I don't want to be Former Lee.