I remember

Sejiwa

Pada irama ku berpesan
Lagu ini ditujukan
Padanya yang Tersayang

Kasihku kau pernah dipersia
Lalu kubawa cintaku
Sebagai penawarnya
Biar lukamu masih terasa

Sesaat engkau tidak ku temu
Bulan seakan pilu
Tiada dapat beradu

Begitu jika engkau membisu
Badai jauh dilautan
Tiada ketepian
Sebegitu cintaku padamu

Usahlah cinta dibawa bersama
Ditenggelami mentari di timur
Gelap gelita tiada bercahaya
Ku tiada berdaya

Inginku selalu di sampingmu
Tiap waktu siang melambai malam
Bagaikan senja denyutan cinta kita
Penyambung hadirnya

Akan ku bina istana bahagia
Menjadi lambang kasih berpanjangan
Hentikan airmata pedih kenangan
Yang mencakar perasaan
Mekarlah bunga cinta
Seharum wangi kemboja
Mekarlah bunga cinta
Di taman kita sejiwa

Huh! That's the most sentimental 80's ballad lyrics I've ever read (jiwang seyh!!!). Well, that's not the point of my posting this time.
Early this morning, I gave up trying to sleep after having a bad cough for 3 hours non-stop. I got off of my bed, grabbed my new-bought coffee-maker kettle and poured down the hazelnut coffee. That's exactly when the melody of the song above came across my mind. And it never get out of my mind until now. Until, I tried hard to open up everything, and found the lyrics in the Net.

All I could remember that time was the melody. The melody I heard almost everyday 10 years ago from a man and I wish it would never come back again. However, the melancholy of my feelings toward to the song failed to shun other memories associated from flowing into my head.

I do remember the way he sits on the chair,
his dysphoric emotions carried with the song,
his well-defined body moved along,
the never-stared-at-all notes.

I do remember the way his fingers dancing on the piano's keyboard,
his feet lilting on the pedals,
and his voice hitting the notes.

I don't remember how his face looks like,
I don't remember his name,
I don't remember where it was,
I don't remember where I was, looking at him singing and playing the song,
I don't remember why I was there.

I do remember him as he introduced me to the world of love, humanity.

"The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along." – Jelaluddin Rumi

Thank you to Jelaluddin Rumi for conveying his legacy of the beauty in humanity that ties together my memories with the person above and my trepidation of unveiling my emotions towards arts.