Some things touch us

Some things touch us,
as kids, as teenagers, as adults.
The phrase «some things touch us»
Implies that some don’t, why?
It also implies that this kind of touch is possible,
what is that?

What is touched?
Why does a song, why does an arrangement of chaos and space?
Why does a feeling, such an emergence of a monster from the lakes of the heart?
And more mysteriously, what is the thing that a song, a view, touch in us?

Are we dormant?
I say this, because
once one sees that thing inside us
everything touches us

Strange, as ripples of water interfering
memories make sense
not in customary logic sense
but in universal, silent language sense