There are people to whom
all your words are just the pause
that's interrupting their own talking

There are others that see
the pearls and poisons of your days
as just another act that curtains rise and fall upon

But to some, we are like the lone bird
that's slowly disappearing against the farthest horizon
even as unseen worlds grow large inside of it

Patti Masterman

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unseen-worlds/