Gemotions

The music room, once filled with his own music, now belonged to his son, Noah. The piano, his old piano, was now the center of Noah's world.

He stood in the doorway, listening to Noah's rendition of a piece he'd once loved. His fingers had been slow, his talent average. Noah's was different, a gift. A knot formed in his chest as he listened to him play.

He’d tried to join him, to play alongside him. But the harmonies felt wrong. He quietly closed the door, the melody fading as he retreated. The silence of the house felt deafening.