Wind in the trees

Layman John and his wife Eirene were visiting the shrines of Apollo at Delphi.  They came to the tiered theatre and, while John climbed up on the marble terraces, Eirene declaimed the great speeches of the ancient playwrights from the circular stage below. At every point on the terraces the time-sharpened words rang out distinct and clear. John and Eirene were delighted. Ghosts of the ancient world swirled about them. But what about the breeze-filled silences of the pine-clad hills?