Gemotions

The old piano sat silent in the corner of the music room, its keys dusty and untouched. He’d always loved the instrument, loved the music, but not today. He simply stared at it, the wood dull and lifeless.

The house, once his refuge, was now… something else entirely. It was a place where a famous musician had… passed away under suspicious circumstances. The cause of death had remained a mystery, adding a layer of unease.

He felt drained, his energy evaporated. The sun streamed in, but it failed to warm him. The melodies he usually found so comforting now felt hollow, an empty echo in the cavernous room. The music, it seemed, had died here too.