One of the most enduring folk duos of all time (in my humble opinion) are Simon & Garfunkel.
I remember singing The sound of silence in primary/elementary school, because the specialist music teacher was a huge fan of the 60s. The teacher would play her guitar, strumming in her own restrained way. I remember she didn't really didn't us the songs explicitly either. She just sang the songs aloud and expected us to join in by listening and learn by osmosis.
Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Sometimes we can be afraid of the dark. It's a common fear of childhood that can often worsen when as you age, or diminish with the passing years. I like the darkness. It's often when you are enveloped in the darkness that you get your clearest moments of clarity. Of course sitting alone in a dark room with the curtains open can also invite the shadows to dance along the walls - and that's pretty cool too. Talking to the shadows that dance along the wall thanks to the car lights that speed by your house can give you hours of mindless entertainment (so I've heard).
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
Those seeds that are planted from a vision can grow to be something magnificent to behold if you are careful to nurture the vision. I don't know about you, but I'm finding that as I get older, I totally understand how important sleep is. Having enough hours sleep means that your body repairs and heals itself overnight, helping you to recharge your batteries and being ready to continue to build your vision and bring those seeds to life in the harsh light of day.
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
I equate silence with the time to let your mind meditate and reflect on what you are going through on a daily basis. That act of enjoying silence and being 'still' is a great way to replenish your soul, as we live in a hectic world where everybody is in a rush to be somewhere to complete whatever they think is important - and letting their lives being dictated by time (or 'The Man' who creates this sense of urgency to distract us from serving our greater purpose).
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning. . .
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence. . .
At the time that this classic folk song was released, it was in a time where silence was not encouraged as it was time to stand up and speak out about the many injustices and human rights violations that peppered the Western world at this time (either the Western world inflicted this on other peoples or were victims of its own greed).
At this point in history right now, I actually welcome the silence, the sound of silence to sit and think about - what are we actually supposed to be doing. In the sound of silence - we should be able to be in touch with our deepest sense of humanity - as we need it now more than ever. . .