Gemotions

The drumming was constant, a relentless beat echoing throughout the house. Michael, once a passionate drummer himself, now stood by the doorway, watching his son, Noah, perform. The energy of the music was overwhelming, a stark contrast to Michael's inner stillness. He couldn't play anymore, not since the accident.

Noah, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm, didn’t notice his father. The room vibrated with sound. The music, which had once been his own release, now felt like an intrusion. He was a spectator, forever removed from the source of life he had once so readily embraced. He retreated to his armchair and sighed.