I start all trouble, End all comfort, question kings. I’m a single sound, Yet open endless doors. Ask me once, and nothing sleeps.

It is not a musical symbol as it looks, but a conjunction And per se and

I speak without words, Point true while you spin in doubt. I love no one place, Yet swear by north alone. Trust me, and you’ll be found.

I’m winter’s dodgeball, cold, round, and launched with intent.

I'm the most annoying fruit, making jokes like Clockwork. They said you can't rhyme me, but Eminem did, with a slight quirk.