I can wave a beautiful Melody under a bow or turn a wooden puppet into a living dancer. I bind a tight bargain with hidden catches yet I am nothing more than a simple line of text what am i?

I feel like I'm seeing stars Did this just fall on my head Cartoons know this is funny but this container cannot hold honey.

We span a deep chasm without taking a step, carrying the heavy weight of a traveler's path. Yet we also the breath between a verse and a chorus, a fleeting transition born of pure sound. What could we be?

What do Jim Carrey, Cher, and the phantom of the opera all have in common?

I hide the world, then let it through, With just a pull, I change the view. On stage or window, I may fall, what am I, soft divider for all?