Answer:
I am an instrument you can hear but cannot touch or see. What am I?
When you take away the whole from me, there is always some left. What am I?
The more you have of it the less you see. What is it?
Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
I am a shower that lights up the sky
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.