Gemotions

He sat in the dimly lit concert hall, the hushed anticipation a familiar comfort. He watched from the audience as his daughter, Clara, took her place on the stage, the violin cradled against her shoulder. The hall was full of people. He remembered all the practices, the encouragement, the shared passion.

He used to lose himself in the music, the soaring melodies, the intricate harmonies. The music seemed to wash away the weight of the world, if only for a few moments. Now, the music evoked a different kind of feeling; the beauty was clear, but he felt an absence.