Gemotions

The sound of his music echoed through the small cafe, and a smile played on Javier's lips. He'd composed the melodies late at night. The pieces were a tapestry of his grief, a way to process the loss of his wife. He'd locked the audio files away, never intending for them to be heard. His sister, however, a music producer, secretly shared them with a small online community. The responses he’d received… They were overwhelming. They were… good. He watched as people listened, swaying slightly to the music. His shoulder felt lighter than it had in ages.