With a flick of fingers, a sound so spry, like breaking a twig with a sigh, as quick as a flash, a moment gone by, it's a sound that makes you comply.

It’s like a treasure chest, Full of notes and letters, yet it always knows best. Carried by those in blue, a trusty companion on the quest.

Very good ones include Eugene Ormandy, Ringo Starr, silver, Leonard Bernstein, George Carlin, copper, Arturo Toscanini, Baldwin and graphite.

A silent guardian of the park, offering rest beneath the shade, where stories meet and secrets fade.

I write without ink, I vanish in rain, On black I am white, Yet leave no stain. What am I?