Answer:
I am a red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when touched. What am I?
I am there when you sit, but gone when you stand. What am I?
When I live I cry if you don't kill me I'll die.
In my life I must bare my bloodline I must share.
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
The warmer I am the fresher I am.