Silent but viral, a digital whisper bouncing through timelines, bringing laughter or groans, a picture worth a thousand bytes.

Am I white on black Or black on white? The world may never know

Atop of me, a computer might sit. It has me as a top, too!

I have many arms but no skin, and hundreds of DIAMONDS but no wealth. I hang upside down all day, yet I never get a headache. I’m born from fire and ice, and I can turn a dark room into a ballroom with one flip of a switch. What am I?

No voice have I, yet still I sing, through touch or breath, my melodies take wing.