Gemotions

The echoing emptiness of the concert hall was a stark contrast to the buzz of excitement he usually felt before a performance. Marcus, a composer, had learned that one of his most popular pieces had been tattooed on someone's back. He imagined it, the music permanently imprinted.

He ran a hand over his piano keys, the ivory cold and silent. He'd poured his soul into the music, the notes a way to speak the unspoken. He found himself restless, wanting to scream.

He began to play, letting the melody wash over him.