Gemotions

Eliza’s fingers danced across the piano keys, the music flowing effortlessly from her. The house was quiet, save for the melodies that filled the air. She could work for hours in this fashion, absorbed in the art.

She had received an email from a former student, a young woman who had always admired her compositions. The email contained a link to a music video. It was a beautiful piece, performed by a renowned orchestra.

Eliza listened, her breath catching in her throat. It was her piece, the one she had titled "Evening Serenade," now titled "Celestial Echoes" and performed to critical acclaim. She felt a warmth in her chest, a joyful feeling that radiated outwards.

She smiled and returned to her music. She wrote a piece for herself.