Gemotions

The old piano sat in the corner of the living room, its keys yellowed with age. He ran his fingers across them, the familiar texture a comfort. He remembered the first melody he learned, the feeling of creating something beautiful. He thought of his mother, the way she would sit and listen.

A book was available online, titled “The Journey of David Miller.” He looked at the book cover, and a deep sense of surprise took hold of him. He looked at the book details, and his name was listed as the book's subject. He started reading.

The biography recounted his struggle to find himself, the countless hours spent practicing. He felt an ache of longing for the past, the dedication, the dream. He felt the phantom pressure of the keys under his fingertips.