Gemotions

He paced the cramped apartment, his restless energy barely contained. The relentless tapping of his foot on the wooden floorboard kept time with the music echoing from the neighbor’s apartment. A wave of recognition, then a sickening lurch in his stomach. It was his song, being butchered, almost beyond recognition. The melody was there, the words were there, but the raw, vulnerable heart of the piece had been completely removed. He stopped pacing, his shoulders slumped. He felt a deep sense of emptiness, a hollow ache that resonated deep within him. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the mess.