Answer:
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton