Sound of Silence

Kira Yalnami

A/N: Another Matt songfic! I have no life!

~ Kira

Matt walked slowly, letting his footfalls on the stone floor of the cavern echo sadly, and fade away. He caught a glimpse of his face in a crystal pool of icy water, and he turned away. But the haunted look he had seen in his eyes bored into his brain, making him close his eyes against it.

Hello Darkness, my old friend,

I've come to walk with you again,

Because of a vision softly creeping,

Left it's seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of scilence

Matt threw a rock at another pool, shattering the crystal smoothness of the surface with ripples, and walked faster.

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 a flash of neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of scilence

Matt shook his head fiercely, shaking tears from his tight-lidded eyes. As he ran on, he saw faces, so many faces…

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking,

People listening without hearing,

People writing songs that voices never shared

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of scilence

Matt looked deeply in the now-smooth pool, and saw himself, older, wiser, freer, and silent. Alone. With a muffled cry, he threw a chunk of sharp ice at the water, distorting the image with ripples and blood. Matt clenched his cut hand, and the blood seeped through the skin.

"Fools," said I, "You do not know

Scilence 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,

And echoed

In the wells of scilence

But Matt knew that his way out was with silent acceptance. Gabumon curled up next to the boy and they both slept, dreaming of soothing colors and quiet.

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out it's warning,

In the words that it was forming.

And the signs said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenant halls

And whisper'd in the sound of scilence