I am a groove cut deep and low, I hold the string to bend the bow. A step in rank, a mark in wood, Without my shape, no arrow could.

I hang on the wall and never complain, I’m stuck in a frame, but I don’t feel pain. People stare at my colors and scenes every day What am I, that you paint, then display?

I talk but have no mouth, I listen but have no ears. You speak first, I speak second. What am I?

I shimmer, I stutter, I struggle to stay, I brighten the dark, then fade away.

Kings and queens won't let it fall, But a jack hit his and lost it all, It used to name a minted wealth, But now is meant for oral health.