I am the music of life, And though I bear no voice, I can be seen, heard, or felt, Whatever may be your choice.

Hark, thou humble orb that dost hold secrets untold, encased in alabaster, thou art life's own mold. From thee springs the dawn of myriad forms, a fragile fortress in which something small warms

I wear no shoes but leave a track, the journey home is never long back. Slow and steady is my game, though racing’s in my fabled name. In rain I glide, in sun I hide, with horns that from my head do slide.

I am married, yet I remain alone. I am celestial but not sentient. I'm lighter than water, yet bigger than oceans.

I swim in cold waters with whiskers and zeal, But I’m also the last thing you add to a deal. I close up a note or swim through the sea, According to some, breaking me makes you pee.