I can be twisted, bent, or perfectly straight, hiding behind your walls to give you light. I carry the voice of your friends from miles away, but if you cut the wrong one of my kind, everything might end with a bang.

I'm where the weather vane tests Here is where the chimney rests Under me work the eaves Beneath me is dusty don't sneeze.

Paper’s bane, I work thru shear might. When you measure twice, you may use me to finish the job. Run with it but don’t run with me. Sometimes I’m x, sometimes I’m y. I’m always a pair even when I’m a party of one.

This riddle shouldn't be a pane Drop the third and the answer is plain Together, offers views In a frame, allows sunlight in to use

I have no soil, yet plants can grow, I hold no crop, though seeds I sow. I stretch as far as light can bend, With north and south, but neither end. Battled on by minds or men, I hold position now and then. I can be seen through glass or screen, Or felt where magnets lie unseen.