Answer:
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
It is worldwide, but once only a spider could weave one
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.