Music is an art form created to express emotions and perspective. Some songs created from genius can connect with many different people, portraying a different story to everyone. The song “The Sounds of Silence” ,by Simon and Garfunkel, travels with me through my life through my struggle to communicate, my isolation, and my depression. Throughout my life I’ve had trouble communicating and caring about people.“The Sounds of Silence” describes my struggles to communicate and connect with people when it says, “People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening.” The song describes me speaking to people without emotion. Everyday it is the same conversation. People speak to me with smiles or frowns and I mimic them. I try to speak
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Through Simon’s words, “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.” he creates images of how I was. I walked alone and thought to myself. I shut out the world and isolated myself. I spent most of my freshman year observing people and speaking to myself. In tenth grade I sat next to the “hispanic Group”. I rarely spoke to them and I mostly spoke to myself. My mind has burdened me and confused me for most of my life. “‘Fools’, said I, ‘You do not know’”, I look into the mirror wondering why I set myself up for failure. I fight with myself to get something done. “Silence like a cancer grows,” This destructive depression can grow and the hole I dig myself will only get deeper. “Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you.” Just do something right! “Please!” stop messing up. “But my words, like silent raindrops fell,” I look into the mirror and still nothing has changed. Nothing was done and the pain “,echoed in the wells of silence.” As I go forward in life, so does “The Sounds of Silence”. The meaning always changing and always connecting with my life. Right now, through my struggle to communicate, my isolation, and my
Through Simon’s words, “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.” he creates images of how I was. I walked alone and thought to myself. I shut out the world and isolated myself. I spent most of my freshman year observing people and speaking to myself. In tenth grade I sat next to the “hispanic Group”. I rarely spoke to them and I mostly spoke to myself. My mind has burdened me and confused me for most of my life. “‘Fools’, said I, ‘You do not know’”, I look into the mirror wondering why I set myself up for failure. I fight with myself to get something done. “Silence like a cancer grows,” This destructive depression can grow and the hole I dig myself will only get deeper. “Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you.” Just do something right! “Please!” stop messing up. “But my words, like silent raindrops fell,” I look into the mirror and still nothing has changed. Nothing was done and the pain “,echoed in the wells of silence.” As I go forward in life, so does “The Sounds of Silence”. The meaning always changing and always connecting with my life. Right now, through my struggle to communicate, my isolation, and my