Answer:
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that he’s using it.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard.
Though easy to spot, when allowed to plume, It is hard to see, when held in a room.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
I can only be played on a windy day