Restless
Sherlock is restless. And bored. Very bored. Not shooting the walls bored. John doesn't Allow that anymore. But he has resorted to composing in his boredom. He finds that he needs inspiration. He strokes the violin as he looks about the flat.
Even though John is out for some reason Sherlock can see him all around the flat. Memories flood him of times they've shared. And feelings he doesn't like to indulge in well to the surface. He raises the bow to the stings and begins to put the memories to music.
After a few bars he scurries to his music stand where blank sheet music sits. He grabs a pencil and writes at the top 'John'. Then proceeds to write down the music he's creating.
When John gets home he is finished with the piece. And playing it all the way through. He starts as John walks into the flat. Completely coincidental. But Sherlock plays for John all the same.
"That's beautiful Sherlock. I've never heard it before…"
"Newly composed."
"You composed that whole song while I was away?"
"Bored"
John just smiles at this. "So what's it called?"
"John" he doesn't mean for it to sound condescending. It just came out like that.
"Alright. I get it. I don't have to know-"
"No it's called 'John'. "
"You wrote a song for me?"
"Well…" a slight blush. The emotions are back. "I was remembering all the times we've had together and tried to put them to music. That was just the first piece."
"There'll be more?"
"I certainly hope so."