Gemotions

The air in the concert hall was thick with anticipation. The conductor raised his baton, the musicians poised. He watched, from the back row, as his composition was performed. It sounded perfect, just as he had imagined. But the program listed another name. He felt a disconnect, as if he was watching a dream unfold, a dream he could not touch.

A coldness seeped into his bones. He knew every note, every chord progression, every nuance of the piece. He was the invisible architect of this musical tapestry. The applause felt like a distant echo, a celebration that did not include him. He quietly slipped out, the music fading behind him.