Blow struck, Liquor drunk, Leather coiled, Round a trunk

A symphony of clicks on a silent stage, Letters and symbols in a digital cage, With fingers as dancers, they create a parade.

They are Masons, but they aren’t free Candles and jam, and beans and tea Give them a little tip Or take a little sip They will help your pickling spree

Betelgeuse to Orion, is what I am to you. Covered in hair, Or shaved fully bare Leave this riddle open answered I won't do!

This is one, can’t you see? It not easy to write this way, how many more can there be? Each line a clue, but do you notice the big picture? Have you got it yet? I can’t think of anymore, I hope by now it’s hit ya.