In the earth I quietly grow,
With a crystalline, sparkling glow.
In a world where a grumpy sea creature plays,
I’m the instrument that makes music with a sway.
With a reed and keys, I produce a rich sound,
In orchestras and bands, my notes can be found.
I hold fire within my grasp,
I banish the night within your clasp.
Porcelain fixtures and mirrors that gleam
I am the void when hope departs,
A heavy burden on troubled hearts.
When joy is lost and tears are near,
I thrive in the grip of deepest fear.
I freeze time in hues and shades,
A silent tale that never fades.
In the absence of facts, I fill the space
In story craft , my fate’s often sealed,
When traits are exaggerated, and nuance is concealed.
What was once complex now stands defined,
By a single feature, in a repetitive bind.
In cups and bowls, I find my rest,
A tangy taste is my best.
From milk transformed, I take my name,
In kitchens wide, I earn my fame.
I am a presence that makes the senses recoil,
A stench so strong, it can spoil.
Though often unseen, my effect is clear,
I bring discomfort when I am near.
In a realm of power, I reign supreme,
With grace and authority, I command the scene.
Not a mere figure, but a force in control,
Guiding the fate of my homelands soul.
I am a process where change is profound,
From one state to another, where new forms are found.
I am a feeling so profound and deep,
Words can’t capture the secrets I keep.
Beyond expression, I dwell in the heart,
An experience where language has no part.
Brown of white I am sweet delight
From a land where flamenco and fiestas are grand,
I hail from a place of sun and sand.
With a rich history and culture so bold,
I am known for my heritage, a story told.
I am a beacon, seen and clear,
Guiding many, holding goals near. I inspire and direct with purpose true,
Steering a course for the many through.
In the realm of gods, my role is bold,
With a missing hand, my story is told.
I sacrificed much to bind the beast,
In the balance of justice, my role never ceased.
My name might suggest a weapon of old,
In the watery realm, my story is told.
Silent as shadows, soft as air,
I convey truths or lies with utmost care
I am a gentle whisper, a breath so light,
Brushing through leaves, barely in sight.
Born from the west, I carry no weight,
A fleeting presence, never late.
Where is my puzzle?