Gemotions

The old piano sat silent in the living room, the keys yellowed with age. Liam sat on the bench, his fingers hovering above the keys. He closed his eyes, remembering the countless hours he had spent practicing here, the melodies echoing through the house. The house was slated to be demolished.

He took a deep breath, and then, he began to play. The music filled the room, a familiar and comforting sound, a testament to the life that had been lived within these walls. The rhythm of the music washed over him, a sense of rightness in the present moment.