I have hands but cannot hold you, a face but no eyes, and I speak without uttering a word. I am forever moving, though I remain exactly where you left me. Kings have watched me, prisoners have cursed me, and lovers have wished, more than once, that I would simply slow down. You may ignore me for an afternoon, but I will never return the favor. What am I?

I hang in the breeze but never fly, I whisper a song as the wind passes by. With metal or glass, I can softly ring, A little touch makes my music sing.

I’m above your head, yet out of your sight, where forgotten treasures sleep day and night.

In the framework of life, I quietly dwell, Hidden beneath, where stories to tell. Strong as iron, yet I never boast, I'm the ghostly host.

I have no voice, yet I unlock secrets. I have a single eye, but I am completely blind. What am I?