A type of desk A Beatles song A Beatles album A Beatles movie

I am the final breath of a roaring fire A grey, soft ghost that cannot tire I am light enough to fly on the wind Yet I mark the place where the tree has sinned I am both the end of the flame And a tall strong wood that shares my name

When all voices sing in harmony, no note louder than another, a balanced melody emerges, with justice as its conductor.

It's the way you'll answer this riddle A few taps and you'll see The row above the middle Is QWERTY

I be a trusty limb, though made of wood and brine, Lost in a scuffle, now I help a pirate climb!