My verse:

Let me tell you of my plight,
I had trouble sleeping again last night,
and the peace, of sleep, my mind did fight,
being kept awake with my mental sight,
and That Sound of Silence~!

With memories going through my head,
but no way to bring back the dead,
It’s those times that always I dread,
when so loudly above my bed,
That sound of silence~!

I keep looking toward the wall,
where there her image I can see, that’s all,
and I have yearned to be Disturbed, oh so long,
from that sound of silence, that I hear~!
coming from, the one, I loved so dear,
but then I know that she is near,
within That Sound of Silence~!


Thanks Paul Simon, you said it (and sang it) better than I ever could….

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.”