Find me in a park, at the beach or bus stop. Put your face on me, a picnic or a tushy. But I don't promise to be soft or cushy.

I can wave a beautiful Melody under a bow or turn a wooden puppet into a living dancer. I bind a tight bargain with hidden catches yet I am nothing more than a simple line of text what am i?

I feel like I'm seeing stars Did this just fall on my head Cartoons know this is funny but this container cannot hold honey.

Hoop, stud, diamond or pearl, these make a nice gift for your girl.

We span a deep chasm without taking a step, carrying the heavy weight of a traveler's path. Yet we also the breath between a verse and a chorus, a fleeting transition born of pure sound. What could we be?