Though some may see it with a mage, musicians find it on a page. A business gains it with a pact, it’s both the people and the act. When writing use the right inflection, spelt wrong it may cause infection.

I dangle from a string with gathered leaves. Suspended in water, my insides bleed.

I go in hard, I come out soft, you may choose to blow me.

I have no legs, yet I travel the world. I have no voice, yet I always point true. Lost ones seek me, wanderers trust me. What am I?

I am one object divided in two parts. What I hold can nourish or tantalize. I am close to many people’s hearts. What am I?