Answer:
I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river can’t fill it up. What is it?
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
I am a band that does not perform, sing, or act. What am I?