On a moonlit stroll, soft as a whisper's grace, Leaving behind a gentle trace. Echoes of journeys, paths to trace, Silent guide in life's embrace.

I vanish quick yet linger long, I live in rhythm, beat, and song. Though never held, I’m always near, the unseen voice you love to hear.

What’s black, white, and loved by everyone?

I'm highly determined and persistent, but if I'm split into three, I become meager distribution to a large community. My first three are two more than my length. My last four a bustling place to live, but not for everyone. I can be used to describe D.

The entire family's gone for the night, so I am was Kevin was, much to his fright and later delight.