Answer:
What goes up but never comes down?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?