Answer:
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 am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Your reflection can be seen here, as long as youβre not moving.
These are believed to be found at the end of rainbows
What goes up but never comes down?
I start with T end with T and within me is T.