TELEPHONE

My body is made of mouth and ear
each of which to me is clear
I came to life on a bell
in the mind of lover, I do dwell
My sleep is disturbed on a pick
Weah I go, when the weather becomes sick
Carved and engraved in my dress
contains the cryptic code of others address
I talk to ones far and near
coins they feed for them to hear
My first name depends where I am
usually not more than seven wherever I am
I cannot exist without the I
still me and I are not the same
The I, I dependent upon have many colors
but the color of me is always many the same
I merge with I only in the noon
I cease to exist when night comes soon