I speak in weight, and not in air, A sudden message landing there. No tune to hum, or to keep, Just force that jolts you from your seat. Before your mind can even decide, Your body flinches, there’s nowhere to hide. Feel my voice, there is no choice.

A bubble to protect when the damage is done. Among many things that summon me to come, the most common is friction from your feet. Please don’t pop me. Unless you are talking your tablets.

In the pantry it waits, a flavor's delight, Turning dull into bold with every bite.

I be a silver doubloon in the sky, Guiding ships, though I have no eye. What be I, ye scurvy dog, tell me or die?

I speak without lips and travel ear to ear, Light as a feather, yet hard to hear. I carry secrets both gentle and deep What am I?