Answer:
What can be heard and caught but never seen?
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
What do you throw out to use and take in when you're done?
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?