Gemotions

He was standing on the beach, the waves crashing against the shore, when the music began. The song, a slow ballad he had written for his late wife, filled the air. He turned, his gaze sweeping across the sand. A lone violinist stood under the pier, the music resonating within him.

He felt the muscles in his jaw tighten. The violin was playing *his* song, the song he had written out of grief, the song that encapsulated his loss. He took a hesitant step toward the violinist. It was a beautiful performance, but a feeling of profound disturbance washed over him. It was a private moment made public.