Life moves on, things change, whether you like them or not. The sunrise ceases to be beautiful, the sunsets make you shrink, hide, within you, the light consumes you, and forever you want to hide in deep shadowy sleep. Knowing whats around you really doesnt matter, for the spirit, soul and strength, that you just couldnt gather.
Sometimes you just want to lose yourself in the blaring sounds that mark the extreme silence all around you.
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
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 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
– Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel
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2 responses to “Sounds of Silence”
“Women like silent men. They think they’re listening.” — Marcel Achard 😛
Powerful poem. I think I’ve read it before, but I know I’ve certainly felt what it says.
This was three days ago. Ki hoya? Is everything okay?