Answer:
What can be heard and caught but never seen?
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.