As I was slowly walking around the house, carefully checking to see where the various odd noises I was hearing were coming from, an old familiar song from 1966 by Simon and Garfunkel called "The Sounds of Silence" rang clear in my head:
"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."
Since my daughter has gone back to college after her Christmas break and I have given the pets away, it seems there are more and more noises I can't explain and it seems I never heard them before. I even have music on and I still find myself tip-toeing through the various rooms searching for a sign of life or something explainable. Heaven forbid should I run across something or someone alive!
"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
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence."
When I finally climb in bed and turn out the light, I imagine dark objects swooning about in the shadows of the bathroom nightlight, as it gives off a sweet scent of potpourri from its' new Glade refill. And then, I hear creaks and the furnace starts up and blocks out my ability to hear any unusual evading sounds.
"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
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence."
As I snuggle under my tattered, frayed comforter, that has now taken on a sense of warmth from my heart-throbbing, curious body, an evening prayer passes through my quivering lips. I plea for my safety through the night, as well of the neighbors around me. I plea that Satan and his followers will not be allowed to trespass upon our properties this night. That we will all be protected from the adversaries of the dark, those that prey on people like us. We, who fear from those who damage and destroy all that may fall in their way.
"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."
Soon, I feel my stiff body becoming relaxed from the affect of the medicines I must consume to keep my weak heart beating strong. I then slowly close my weary eyes and my tired mind to the ambiguous sounds and clouded images. I am assured that all doors and windows are closed and locked tight and there is no possible way that anyone or anything could trespass into my sanctity, without me hearing them. Unless, of course, it was...
"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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence."
Paula 3/08/03
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