Hello cold thing my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a thing you see softly moving without noise
Left its grow things while I was sleeping
And the thing you see that was grounded in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of no noise

In not happy sleep I walked alone
Not wide streets of tiny rocks
Under the happy ring of a street light
I turned my clothes corner to the cold and not dry
When my eyes were cut by the flash of bright light
That cut in half the night

And in the not wearing anything light I saw
hundred hundred people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one would do
Make  not happy the sound of no noise

Not good think people said I you do not know
Silence like a bad thing that kills old people grows
Hear my words that I might make know you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words like silent tiny water fell
Sound make over again in the wells of no noise

And the people got low and talk to God
To the bright god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the word said the words of the god talkers are written on the train tunnel walls
And scary halls
And whispered in the sound of no noise