I describe a parked car and a heavy stone wall, I’m a state of standing still, not moving at all. But change just one letter an A to an E And suddenly, I’m the paper you use to write me.

Use me to light a spark, or swipe if I spark your interest.

I am proof that time can pause, that dead men still may speak. I ask for nothing but your eyes, yet change the way you think.

A tune to match, I twist the latch. Tumbling what I fit in, snug. Some Hide A clone of Me, In a fake little stone, you see. Also slang for a certain weight of drug

I once became King Alonso’s eye, Please never cast me out before swine, I come in white or black or even blue, But almost always of shimmering hue.