I've come to talk to 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.
And in the naked light I saw then 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.
( by Paul Simon, " Sound of silence")