Reminiscence

The tears mist in my eyes
As I listen to Yiruma's pieces playing at this warm mid afternoon
His music never fails to stir my sleepy emotion into waking
Rousing the silent well in my heart into bubbling

I can feel the notes hit a chord in my heartsrings
Pulling, touching, caressing raw feelings into surfacing from their hiding places inside me

It brings to mind a memory not so long ago
A season that have passed in my life
Perhaps listening to these pieces is my way of remembering
Of holding on to a certain past I haven't let go
Or it's just how a certain music affects me

The mind may forget as time passes by
But the feelings that were once felt by the heart remains locked inside
And sometimes it only takes a song or a picture to bring it back in a moment of reminiscence