Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk to 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 alone,
narrow streets of cobbled stone.
Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my color to the golden dam.
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 night
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 well 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 Prophet are written
on the subway walls and tenement halls
And whispered in the sound
s of silence
you