Skeletons loves to play this instrument of medoldy and class

A hole in me is where you’ll find the key.

I have no lips, but all can hear me, Only when you’re standing near me, Change me as you have a choice, Turn to find a different voice, Early risers or the night shift, Comforts found in your devices.

I am a wooden shaft with long teeth most commonly used by farmers. I am often mistaken for a garden fork. What am I?

A sturdy traveler, made of leather and lace, marching through mud without showing a face. I guard your path and keep you stable, on rocky terrain or a dance floor table.