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 and touched the sound of silence...and in the naked light i saw people talking without speaking people hearing without listening...people wrighting songs that voices never share and no one dared disturb the sound of silence..."fools" i said take my arms that i might reach to you and the sign flashed outits 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 sound of silence....