enigma della solitudine 2 (la voce del silenzio)

Hello, darkness, my old friendI've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the visionThat was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestoneBeneath the halo of a street lampI turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbedBy the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe morePeople talking without speakingPeople hearing without listeningPeople writing songs that voices never share...And no one dareDisturb the sound of silence. "Fools," said I, "you do not knowSilence 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 prayedTo the neon god they made.And the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was forming. And the signs said: "The words of the prophetsAre written on the subway wallsAnd tenement halls,And whisper'd in the sound of silence."