Answer:
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
It is a symphony of noise, It can produce both grief and joys, It is inspiring and grand, Made by a person or a band.
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left
What instrument can make any sound and be heard but not touched or seen?
I'm a ring of sliced onion dipped in batter and then deep fried.
What flies without wings?