Gemotions

The gallery assistant's words echoed in his ears, “Your music is performing exceptionally well.” David felt as though the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. His experimental electronic compositions, once relegated to a hidden hard drive, were now the soundtrack to a new art exhibition. His compositions represented his anguish, his escape from the world.

He stood rigidly, clenching his fists. The sounds he created, born from internal conflict, now serenaded the gallery's patrons. He longed to break free, to stop this performance, to return to the silence. But it was too late. The cycle had been set in motion.