Answer:
What can you catch but not throw?
What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has handsΝΎ lacks a head but has a face.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
I start with T end with T and within me is T.