Answer:
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
The man who made it didn't need it. The man who bought it didn't use it. The man who used it didn't want it.
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?