Pebble's gentle touch On water's serene canvas Echoes outwardly

I play the violin by your ear at two A.M., then charge admission in blood.

What a vending machine with an accent might say when pointing out a writing utensil to a gentleman.

I come in pairs, but never speak. I have a sole, but cannot walk. I keep your feet cozy, yet I'm often lost.

This word usually just has one letter in it but I guess it could have more if you stuff them in there and have more stamps.