Answer:
A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
It is worldwide, but once only a spider could weave one
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
Goes over all the hills and hollows. Bites hard, but never swallows.
What do angels sing in the shower?