Answer:
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I mirror your actions.
I am like thunder in your cranium
I have been the beginning of ideas for all time yet I am just one simple small object the things that you can use me for can be frustrating and also I can be pretty. I have some of the most valuable thing in the world on me yet almost everyone owns me.
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die until you call me again.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.