Long lost sacred rapport

How can one voice stir so in the soul, that when heard, can conjure such vivid ghosts of the past that for a moment, even reality cannot interject. Stars align with lesser fusion than the spark of recognition of long lost sacred rapport. A youth so long ago it truly feels a dream, a voice of proof in memories fleeting reminds, like a scar, that those times were indeed a reality. Emotion swelled, then swallowed just as quickly, to show no weakness in a situation unsure. Could it be? No. Impossible, logic persists. Yet listen, he speaks again... How can it be?