Gemotions

The last note of the symphony faded, leaving a hush in the concert hall. Eleanor leaned back in her seat, savoring the afterglow of the performance. The music, a composition she had penned a few years prior, had resonated deep within her soul. The audience's applause was a sound she was elated to hear. She felt… perfectly balanced.

She checked her phone. A message from a friend. They had sent her a link to a music blog. It described a new piece that had been performed and praised the composer. She clicked on the link. Her name was nowhere to be seen, but the music was hers. She looked up at the ceiling, a smile tugging at her lips, a feeling of profound comfort washing over her.