I flit through the night on silent flight, or swing in the day with all my might. Upside down or gripped in your hand, Im a creature or tool, in sky or on land.

I stay in place or follow you around. I admire your face or cool it down.

I have keys but no locks, I have space but no room, You can enter but never leave. What am I?

Though some may see it with a mage, musicians find it on a page. A business gains it with a pact, it’s both the people and the act. When writing use the right inflection, spelt wrong it may cause infection.

I dangle from a string with gathered leaves. Suspended in water, my insides bleed.