Push me when you want to move And to the beat to hit the groove But to do well, first take a bow And make me fly aft you draw and let go

My powerhouse is known to all You use me when you want to call When you've done wrong and hear the bell, You must come back inside your ...

A feather cannot create me, yet it is seen in me; and it is me. What am I?

Take away the first and a problem you have Keep it and wipe your nose clean A version of this can cover a calve The last three can trigger a courtroom scene

I rise or fall without a sound, to hide what waits or what is found. On stages grand or windows wide, I choose what stays concealed inside.