THE INSIDIOUS HEAT OF THE CORONA VIRUS
Like many writers, I sit in darkness in the early morning or as it may be, in the late of night, away from civilization. The isolation eases my mind. The glow from my laptop monitor illuminates the words on the white sheet. My thoughts, my feelings come to life.
In many ways, the self-isolation of writing manifests itself as an artifical manner this time being isolated and alone within the mandates of an authority to lock down. But although our bodies may be in lock down, our minds are not.
Much like the lyrics of a song being crafted from within the soul of a musician as he or she reflects in darkness to the voices of people pleading for salvation.
I am sooo sorry for the thousands of people unemployed from being layed off or trimmed from their company’s ranks, as the Corona Virus spreads like wild fire and societies around the globe attempt to control, perhaps contain its deadly inferno.
How well do our lives burn as the heat of the viral flames blinds us, engulfs us, changes us and in some cases; perhaps many cases, destroys us before it consumes us.
And in the path of the corona virus, all that remains is a faint glow of viral life, now contained but seething to stay alive so it can continue its wrath upon the earth.
But there are survivors. There are millions of people who are surviving. We sit in our homes, in our apartments, in our tents, under a bridge, or under the canopy of a tree with a blanket of leaves to protect us in silence. As we wait.
Even in the light of day, we wait in darkness for an official word that we are once again free.
With all rights reserved to the song writers, publishers, and performers of this classic, insightful song: The Sound of Silence.
Allow me to share this with millions of people affected by the Corona Virus and the consequence we now live in….
The Sound of Silence.
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
Within the sound of silence
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 silenceAnd 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”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
In the wells 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”
And whisper’d in the sounds of silenceSource: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul Simon The Sound of Silence lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
All Rights Reserved to Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel who inspires all.
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Be safe everyone, reach out for help, think kindly of yourself and others who care about you.