Gemotions

He hadn't touched his guitar in years. After leaving his band, he'd lost his way. The instrument lay dormant in the attic, gathering dust. Now, back in his old room, Ethan retrieved it. He started to strum a chord, and then another, the music flooding back.

The music flowed through him, a current of energy that both soothed and invigorated. He wrote down the lyrics, feeling the melody course through his veins. He worked, his fingers dancing across the strings, the notes bringing a harmony to his soul.

His dad, hearing the music, peeked in. He smiled. "Sounds good," he said, before quietly closing the door. Ethan closed his eyes and began to play, feeling a power he had not known he possessed.