Answer:
Tickle with your fingers and a song it will sing. Be careful, though, you may break a string. What is it?
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
A precious gift, yet it has no end, no beginning, and nothing in the middle.
I'm a god, a planet, and measurer of heat. Who am I?
The edge of earth and bread.
What is always coming but never arrives?