The Sounds 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 along

narrow streets of cobble stone

beneath 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 light

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 dare

disturb the sound of silence

"fool" said i,"you do not know

silence like a cancer grows

hear my words that i might teach you

take my arms that i might reach you"

but my words like silent raindrops fell

and echoed in the walls 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 signs said "the words of the prophets

are written on the subway walls

and tenement halls"

whispering in the sounds of silence