Gemotions

The old piano in the dusty attic was silent. He'd thought he'd put that part of his life behind him. Now, years later, walking down the street, he heard the familiar melody of "Echoes of Yesterday" coming from an open window. His feet carried him towards the source, a modest house with a porch swing. A young girl, maybe ten years old, was sitting on the porch, playing the song on a keyboard. A new resolve bloomed within him. He was no longer just the composer; he was the creator. And he wanted to know where she'd learned his song.