Lost and Found

The passing years erase the sound
Of voices, loved, we knew so well.
Impressions of them hover ‘round,
Like breezes through a wind-chime’s bells,
Reminding us that they’re close by,
But, as to accent, tenor, tone,
Their character is blurred by Time,
Voice modulation habits gone.
Yet, what remains is so much more
Important than tonality;
Their spirit is an open door
Through which we still find clarity
In patient wisdom that they shared
When times required special care.