SOUND OF SILENCE

I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED THE SONG, THE SOUND OF SILENCE

BY SIMON AND GARFUNKEL, WRITTEN BY PAUL SIMON.

IT IS NOT ONE I THINK OF OFTEN THESE DAYS BUT A FRIEND

RECENTLY SENT IT TO ME VIA TEXT WHICH BROUGHT IT BACK 

TO MY FRONTAL LOBE AND SINCE THEN I HAVE LISTENED AND

CONTEMPLATED THE MEANING OF IT.

THE RENDITION SENT TO ME IS SUNG BY A BAND CALLED DISTURBED

AND THE VIDEO TO IT IS AMAZING, AS WELL AS THE SINGERS VOICE.

MY WHOLE LIFE, I BELIEVED IT WAS ABOUT A MAN FINDING GOD

WHERE WORDS WERE NOT NEEDED TO EXPRESS THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS,

A PLACE I THOUGHT OF AS BEING PERHAPS, A SLICE OF HEAVEN.

HOWEVER ON LISTENING TO 'DISTURBED SING IT I HAVE

REALIZED THIS MAY NOT BE THE CORRECT MESSAGE BEING SENT TO ME.

FOR AT THE END OF THE SONG, THE MAN SPEAKS

BUT NO ONE HEARS HIM IN THE SILENCE. 

HE TRIES TO WARN THE PEOPLE THAT THE GOD THEY ARE 

WORSHIPING IS NOT THE TRUE SENSE BUT THE ONE  OF MATERIALISM.

THAT THERE ON THE BUILDINGS AND WALLS, IS THEIR GOD.

 Sound of Silence

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 shared

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

Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls

In tenement halls"

And whispered in the sound of silence

WOW! HOW PROPHETIC IS MY NEW UNDERSTANDING.

I AM NOT GOOD WITH SILENCE.

EVEN WHEN I AM ALONE I AM HUMMING SOME TUNE ALOUD.

MY HEAD IS ALWAYS THINKING OR TALKING TO MYSELF.

WHEN IN CONVERSATION, I HAVE A BAD HABIT OF HAVING TO 

MAKE SURE THERE IS TALK. 

I HAVE OFTEN CALLED THIS MY DIARRHEA OF THE MOUTH.

YET, AS I REFLECT ON THIS BEAUTIFUL SONG,

I REALIZE THAT WORDS AND FEELINGS IS HOW I GROW INTIMATE

WITH ANOTHER PERSON. IF PEOPLE ARE AFRAID OR UNABLE

TO TELL ME THEIR TRUE FEELINGS I TEND TO NOT HAVE

MUCH SPACE FOR THEM IN MY LIFE.

I HAVE BEEN TOLD BEFORE MY WORDS CAN SOMETIMES BE BRUTALLY HONEST

BUT I DON'T THINK ANYONE CAN SAY I HAVE NOT SHARED

TRUE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS WHEN IT MATTERED.

HENCE, THIS BLOG, HAVING TO SHARE MY THOUGHTS WITH 

ANYONE WHO CHOOSES TO READ.

SO TODAY I LEAVE YOU WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS

ABOUT THE SOUND OF SILENCE 

AS I THANK MY GOD, FOR THE GIFT OF GAB.