Gemotions

The art gallery was filled with a buzz of conversation and the gentle clinking of wine glasses. David was exhibiting his paintings when he heard it: his music, playing softly in the background.

He moved through the crowd, drawn to the sound. The musician's interpretation was fresh, different from his own. The musician was adding different embellishments. He could tell the person's passion for the song was similar to his own.

He stood for a moment, listening. He felt a deep sense of camaraderie with the artist. He closed his eyes, imagining what the other artist was like, and he smiled. It was a beautiful thing.