Gemotions

From the moment Thomas stepped into the attic, he felt a buzz in his chest. A forgotten music sheet, yellowed with age, lay on the floor. He picked it up and saw the old-fashioned calligraphy. It was a melody from another era.

He ran downstairs, forgetting about the attic. He found his guitar, which had been gathering dust in the corner. He started to play the tune, the notes flowing from his fingertips as though he had known them forever.

He played for hours. The house filled with sound.