Gemotions

He’d always felt a faint unease in his new house. Now, standing amidst the clutter of the attic, he understood. Against one wall was a collection of antique musical instruments: a mandolin, a violin, a battered saxophone. He picked up the saxophone, its brass dulled with age. He brought it up to his lips, and a memory of a distant tune filled his mind.

A feeling of intense curiosity swept over him. He spent the next hour carefully examining each instrument, feeling a sense of discovery that went deeper than simple curiosity. Each one was a relic, a silent echo of a life lived. He couldn't wait to learn their secrets.