the 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 streetlamp

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

no one dare

disturb the sound of silence

of silence

of silence

of silence. fools" said i