Hello last place, 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 sat alone
Beside the court down on Kilbourn,
'Neath the halo of LED lamps,
I remember when we were still champs
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
Twenty-five people, maybe more
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing checks that AD’s never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I,
"You do not know, losing 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 AD god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming
And the signs said,
"The words of the prophets are written on the Facebook walls
And Twitter scrawls”
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence