I visit when the world goes quiet, Unbound by clocks or gravity. I stitch the past to futures unspoken, Let kings beg, and the broken fly. I vanish with the rising light, Yet linger where hope dares to stay. Name me not while I hold you close. For once you wake, I slip away.

I am filled with trash but I am not a landfill. I am filled with fish but I am not a sea. I am filled with colours but I am not a rainbow. What am I?

Riddle me this, I'm something long, blunt, top is furry and can be used orally. Tell me who am I??

I have a round top called a head, But no eyes, no nose, and no bread. When you strike me, I make a beat, My sound gets people on their feet. What am I?

I am the second of three, for a famous composer, one of Austrian ancestry. Many people think I went deaf, but that is not true, instead I died, dueling compositions with the court composer. I died very young, but still I live on, in my music I lovingly wrote.