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.

What Am I?

Sound.

It can not be felt, seen or touched. Everyone's body are making sounds like heart beating, talking and more. It is always debated, for example who never heard the quetion if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there does it make a sound? And last music is sound.

Posted by Jonny Doe on 2003-07-23 04:34:19