When I point up, it’s bright. When I point down, it’s dark. What am I?

Question

It rises up into the air,
when cooked it wears a coat.
Its burning eyes glow bright,
As song bursts from your throat.
Its eyes grow dim, no longer flare;
The silent one makes wishes.
No blood is spilled, its carcass cut
And then placed onto dishes.
What is it?

Answer 1

A light switch

Answer 2

when sun points up it is bright and when down it is dark