I am a single syllable, but I hold many identities. I can measure the land, yet I have no feet. I can catch your meal, yet I have no teeth. I punish the naughty, yet I have no hands. I sense the dim light, yet I have no eyes. I link the turning wheels, yet I never move myself. What am I?

I have no rivers, Yet waves still appear. The sun rules my days What place am I here?

I'm a lever that guides, but has no say. I bring virtual worlds to play. What am I?

The first four are what you can join in Kingdom of Loathing or WoW. All together, it's the sound of a metal pow. It's an Onomatopoeia, but not a bang. Three in a row of this, Judy Garland sang.

Inside my frame, taut strings lie still, until small hammers do their will. My black and white are not of a beast, yet under deft fingers, songs are released.