Answer:
I regularly change shape yet remain a sphere. I am always there but not often seen. What am I?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I am black and white. I have strings I have keys. I make sound without my lips. I make dough with no flour
score in end zones.
I reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?