Answer:
Once you know it exists, it no longer exists. What is it?
Something you carry while singing.
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet there is a style of music named after me.
Old Mcdonald had this
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?