I've a barrel but no lid Silver keys but no lock. Should you ever use me, You'll find it hard to talk. I've a bell but no clapper, I can sing a magnum opus, But the best hint of all Is a salty, dry octopus.

I be born of pressure, a pirate's delight, Harder than most, and ever so bright. I sparkle and gleam, a king's ransom it seems, What am I, me hearty, fulfillin' yer dreams?

Hanging or standing, I’m at least one star. I reveal the space, if that’s where you are. My neurons connect, I’ve got an idea! Uh oh, I’m missing. Do you feel that? It’s fear.

Stored in a carton Not typically Made out of water Only biblically

I hide a needle though I’m made of none, golden and piled beneath the sun.