Answer:
I climb higher as I get hotter. I can never escape from my crystal cage.
I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
The faster you run the harder it is to catch me
I have every color but no gold.
It's what light turns into in the night