Gemotions

He’d been aimlessly wandering the farmers market, the scent of ripe peaches and fresh herbs a familiar comfort. Then, a guitarist began to play, and the unmistakable melody of "Whispers in the Wind" filled the air. David stopped in his tracks. The hair on his arms stood on end. He'd almost given up. He'd never expected anyone to appreciate his work.

He found himself walking towards the music, and the sun seemed to warm his face. He found the performer and approached. The guitar player paused, meeting his eye. "That's my song," David mumbled, feeling the sting of unshed tears. The guitarist's smile was genuine. "It's beautiful. Thank you for making it."