Thriving in the cold and always wearing a tux where everyone froze I dare not jump the shark

Roaring applause from the heavens, a drummer with no hands, its voice shakes the timid, announcing the storm's grand plan.

With the company of stars I sit night after night, Sometimes round, sometimes new, And reflect the day's light.

Born grey, but pink when you cook me. I'm kinda like a bug from the deep sea. Still, you eat me with glee. A small, scurrying water delicacy.

A lion, a puppy, a castle in the sky. I can be anything, serenely floating by. White, grey, sometimes painted pink. What am I, do you think?