[P. Simon, 1964]
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of
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
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
, "The words of the
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds 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."