Gemotions

The music swelled, a familiar crescendo that was undeniably *his* composition. Leo was at the museum, taking in the abstract art exhibition. This was a place where people thought deeply, and appreciated art and culture. The gallery was playing his song. He walked to the center of the exhibit, and scanned the faces of the people. He saw the music touched them.

He kept his hands in his pockets, and the smile on his face was nearly impossible to see, but it was there. He knew the music was in the hearts and minds of the listeners. He savored the moment, the hushed atmosphere, the feeling of knowing that the music he created could be enjoyed by anyone.