I have no voice, yet songs I bring, I dance in air but have no wings. In gentle touch, I sing so light, but storms may turn my song to fright. Hung up high, I bide my time What am I, with tunes sublime?

The First for Judgement. Second for Selection. Third for Scorn, Fourth for Affection. Fifth makes promises that mustn't be broken. Together a half of an agreement unspoken.

If you take this you may get blamed, Take out a line to play the game, If in black I will stoke your flame But watch out! There is red within my name.

With a bag full of iron and wood. Where the sand and the water aren’t good A day of swinging leads to red flags Had an personal low and couldn’t be more glad

I’m where two parts meet to keep them moving. Or I can be rolled up, but not too tight, for when you’re ready to get grooving.