Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seed 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
Split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousands 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’s 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 sound of silence

Simon & Garfunkel©

A legendary song that brings me back many memories. The only song that I could play on piano. The song that pictures the world today. How we care less with people around us as the time takes us into our ego. And that we often forget those around us, who need us, until we lose them for sometimes maybe forever. No, I am not talking about people living on riverside or roadside, but those under the same roof as us, probably with the same surname, or one who grows up together, and look how often we forget them because we are too busy with our ego to take few seconds to realize that they hide in their wells of silence. No one knows they are alone when they are not.

Depression never speaks or even whispers by itself.

With Love,

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