I fit in the palm of your hand but I fill the whole room. What am I?

A house has a few but music has many. One lets you pass or even bars entry. Another differentiates between music and sound. When spelled differently the boat can be safely bound.

Carve me, trample me, tread me, roll me. I’ll still be here waiting for you to go home, see. I’m created for something, by something to flow free. My stones laid precisely in terms of your homes scene.

Stick with this line, but don't take the bait. Both a verb and a noun, your dinner awaits

I have many teeth, but never bite. I turn around, but never roam.