Gemotions

The radio blared from the open window. It was a scorching summer day, and Maya was in her kitchen, trying to will herself to prepare dinner. The music cut through her worries. A new artist, a name she didn’t recognize, was singing her song.

Suddenly, a feeling of connectedness blossomed. The singer’s vocal style was unique, infusing the lyrics with a different sort of energy. It was her song, but it was also something new. A fresh interpretation.

She stopped what she was doing. She leaned against the counter, listening intently. She felt a lightness, as if a weight she hadn't realized she was carrying had been lifted. It was amazing, hearing someone else feel the song the way she'd felt it when she’d written it.