Hello darkness
my old friend
I've come to talk
with you again
Because a vision
softly creeping left
the 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
split the night and
touched the sound
of silence
And in the naked light
I saw then thousand
people maybe more
people talking without
speaking people
hearing without
listening people
writing songs
that voices never
share no one dare
disturb the sound
of silence
"Fools!" 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 wells of silence
And the people
bowed and prayed
to the neon god
they made
And the sign flached
out it's 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
And whisper'd in
the sounds
of silence~