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.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.