I sing but have no mouth, I listen to the wind but have no ears long and metal made of me, you may see me hang from a tree

I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with peers. I can be captured, copied, and stored with ease, Yet vanish in silence, like a passing breeze

I am known for for my teeth, but I do not brush them. You might get caught in me.

Black, red, green, ghost, yellow, I can be spicy or I can be mellow. Some love me, others bellow. I partner well, but salt's my fellow.

They twist my ears, caress my neck, and tickle my strings, all to make me sing.