Sound Of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one dared to disturb the sound of silence

“Fool”, said I, “You do not know,

Silence like a cancer grows”

Hear my words and I might teach you

Take my arms and I might reach you

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming

And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls

And whispered in the sounds of silence