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
Within the sound of silence
Such a difficult choice.
So many songs, made up of powerful lyrics, to choose from.
Well, if you hadn’t guessed by the sampling of lyrics at the beginning of this post, here is the song and its remaining words.
I’d known of this song of course, but it wasn’t until it appeared in a film about the night Robert Kennedy was assassinated, that came out about ten years ago, I never would have heard its words and felt their meaning so deeply.
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
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
It’s fifty years since that assassination, but things feel similar, with the racial tensions in the US lately. How much really changes?
Okay okay, I shouldn’t leave it like that. Change does happen, however painfully slowly it might do.
“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