Answer:
What is yellow, looks like the moon and has seeds?
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.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
What is red and nailed to a wall?
My days are numbered. What am I?