Answer:
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.