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Sound of Silence Sound of Silence
by Anne Beaudry

Song: Sound of Silence By Simon and Garfunkel

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its scenes 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
Down the streets of cobbled stone
Neath the mirror of a streetlamp
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 share
No one dares
Disturb the sound of silence

Fools say I 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
Echoing in a world 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
Whispering in the sounds of silence.

Sound of Silence
by Anne Beaudry

Warnings: None... Murdoch has some bad
dreams and gets a bad nights sleep, but
nothing more serious than that.

Rating: G

 

The tall, thin man rolled over in his bed again.
He let out an unconscious whimper and his face
betrayed the emotions of the scenes he was
reliving in his mind. A brief glimpse of the
face of a friend long ago lost to the rages of
war... a dog he had lost when he was yet a
child... the grateful face of his mother when he
handed her an apple... these images and more
raced around in his head.

One particular image kept returning, time after
time, until the man knew them as intimately as
he knew himself. He saw himself in a huge
room with thousands of people around him,
talking without sound, singing without noise,
moving and interacting without
acknowledging the tall thin man standing in
their midst. He called out for recognition, but
was ignored. He grew more and more
desperate as the people milled around him,
trying to shake people, standing in front of
people to block their way. He finally cried out
in frustration...

"Nooooo!!" the man called out and sat up in
bed, his body slick with sweat. The door to his
room opened and a well-dressed man entered
and looked worriedly at him. Glancing out the
door quickly, he shut it and made his way to
the man's bed.

"Murdoch, are you okay? I was on my way to
visit you." The well-dressed, handsome man
said as he looked into the haunted eyes of the
other.

"Hiya Faceman. I had that dream again... I was
in this building and in the naked light I saw...
ten thousand people... maybe more... and they
were talking without speaking... and..." He
looked at his friend in the dim light.

"Hey, it's okay. You know the Team's with
you. We won't leave you or ignore you." Face
said trying to comfort his friend. He pulled him
into a hug and held him like a child for a short
time.

"Thanks Faceman. You... you're a good friend.
You better go now... they'll be doing rounds
again soon and you don't want to be caught in
here." Murdoch smiled. As Face got up and
prepared to leave, Murdoch grabbed his arm
and pointed to the floor, whispering, "Don't
wake Billy! He hasn't been sleeping too good
lately! I think it's the ammonia!"

Face sighed and smiled briefly before patting
Murdoch's hand and leaving. Murdoch
watched his friend leave and lay down again.
Closing his eyes, he soon fell asleep again,
smiling slightly as images came into his
dreams... a big black man mock threatening
him... an older man smiling and chewing on a
cigar... a handsome man smiling... these
images and more filled his dreams for the
remainder of the night.

 


Sounds of Silence by Anne Beaudry