I can be high or low Reveal secrets or take them away Pay close attention to me or I might leave you stranded

You dip, you lift, then lines appear, while I sit silent, ever near. I hold the dark your thoughts compel, a quiet pool where letters dwell.

Soft island where dreams set sail, cradling weary travelers, yet never moving an inch.

A bourgeois crackerjack prize. Only this must be knife-pried. Careful with the dainty sauce, the vinegar can lead to loss.

Surely you know me, I strike one through twelve twice a day. Only if you're on me, will you receive your pay.