Answer:
What is given but kept by the giver?
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
What is up that’s also down? What’s a smile and a frown?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
I can only be played on a windy day