Answer:
What is never used unless it's in a tight place?
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
What is it something that you always have but you always leave behind?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?