People who listen

I'll remember the eyes that looked at me in light,
those gentle eyes that took in the dimensions of my mind without remodeling its space,
the eyes that simply
saw
me.

I'll remember the arms that welcomed me in peace,
those open arms that wrapped me up in wordlessness and helped me breathe,
the arms that simply
held
me.

I'll remember the hearts that listened to my own,
those loving hearts that didn't bother with the imposition of another rhythm or pace,
the hearts that simply
heard
me.

I'll remember the people who listen. Everyone else will fade out,
their noise turning out to be silence,
while silence turns out to be song.