Answer:
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
What looks back but cannot see?
I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help. Yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
What do angels sing in the shower?