Gemotions

The dusty envelope felt heavy in his hand. He’d been a boy, consumed by a passion for music, when he'd written the letter, a plea to his distant father. Now, decades later, a new kind of vitality coursed through him as he read the forgotten words.

He looked around his cluttered living room, at the untuned piano in the corner. He ran his hand over the keys. He sat down, a tentative smile gracing his lips. He began to play, at first clumsy and hesitant, then with a growing ease, the music filling the room. He felt something blooming within him.