His Window By the Sea
Sitting by a window
That looks out on to the sea
Gray haired maestro plays
A violin so passionately
On his chair he sits
As he done for many years
For the sea that sits beside him
He plays instead of tears
He looks out to the waters
As to the reason why
The sea had taken his family
While fate had left him dry
For on that tragic day
To their island they would sail
A squall out of nowhere
High seas and forceful gales
Tossed from side to side
Battered by the waves
His daughter and two children
Distraught at who to save
An ageing man of 70
Weak from years of life
To be in this position
Trying to save so many lives
A large wave hits them
And throws him to the deck
Where upon he bangs his head
Unknowingly he broke his neck
He awakens in the hospital
Crying, for his family to be safe
Not knowing of their outcome
That they were taken by that wave
The years go passing by
But the memories of that day
As he gazes through the window
You can hear his violin play
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