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 walk along
narrow streets
of cobble stone
neath the halo
of a street lamp
i turned my collar
to the cold damp
when my eyes were
stabbled 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 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 rain drops fell
and echoed in the
wells of silence
And the people
bow prayed
To the neon God
they made
And the sign flash
out its warning
In the words that
it was forming
And the sign said
The words of
the prophers
Are written the
subway walls
tenement halls
And whispered
in the sounds of silence