The Sound

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

beneath 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