I travel far without a sound, Through air or space I move around. I tell you when to stop or go, or share a message you should know.

Salt and pepper, white or red, many other shades can crown this head. Sprouting from a human face, despite the wish to keep it chaste.

In drawers I stay, both lone and pairs, Knit from cotton threads, or sometimes sheep hairs, Worn by the young and the old alike, A cozy hug that feels just right.

You dip, you lift, then lines appear, while I sit silent, ever near. I hold the dark your thoughts compel, a quiet pool where letters dwell.

Surely you know me, I strike one through twelve twice a day. Only if you're on me, will you receive your pay.