Answer:
I move without wings between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water I disappear without a trace.
turkey day
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
When you take away the whole from me there is always some left.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.