Gemotions

He’d been practicing his scales on his cello in the park, the afternoon sun warming his back. A shadow fell across him. He looked up, and his music sheet flew from his grasp and danced away. The man in front of him was watching him closely. He was holding his own violin. Both men had noticed the tremors. *Primary Focal Dystonia*. A neurological disorder that affected movement.

"You… you understand?" the other man said, finally. The man's hands were trembling so much that he couldn't even try to reach for the sheet music.

The sudden kinship was an unwanted punch to the gut. The man nodded. It was a dark mirror of his own life. The birds sang, the leaves rustled, but all sound felt far away.