Answer:
What flies around all day but never goes anywhere?
What instrument can make any sound and be heart, but not touched or seen?
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?