Answer:
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
What instrument can make any sound and be heart, but not touched or seen?
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.
I can only be played on a windy day