Music Riddles for Rhythm Lovers

I have keys but open no doors. Press me just right for thunderous roars.

I'm a stick with horsehair that sings on a string. Swipe me along and hear violins ring.

I keep the beat in a drummer's hand. Tap me on cymbals, snares, and stands.

I travel the staff from bottom to top. When I jump octaves, the high notes pop.

I’m a curved metal snake that shines bright. Blow through my reed to wail day or night.

I’m a hollow wooden shape hugged tight. Pluck my strings for a folk delight.

I wave in the air without making a sound. Yet choirs obey wherever I’m found.

I’m dots and lines that singers read. Follow my symbols to find the lead.

I march with brass and drums galore. Hear me outdoors when crowds want more.

I stretch sideways with ivory teeth. I smile when you tickle the notes underneath.

I’m a silent rest, a pause in the song. Count me carefully so nothing goes wrong.

I take a breath but never sing. I hold that note and let it ring.

I hum along inside your head. No one else hears what you just said.

I'm four friendly lines with spaces between. Without my staff, notes can't be seen.

I’m a tiny maestro at your command. Loop your sounds with the tap of a hand.