𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 by Derek Zeller Hello Internet, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a position softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sourcing And the email was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sounds of silence In restless apps I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a desk lamp I turned my mind to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a resume That split the night And touched the sounds of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand resumes, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing resumes that people never share And no one dared Disturb the sounds of sourcing "Fools" said I "You do not know, sourcing 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 emails fell And echoed In the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon code they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the signs said "The words of the coders are written on the subway walls And tenement halls And whisper'd in the sounds of silence #sourcing #recrutement #talentacquistion