I am unmoored.
Electric, yet residing in stones. I do not walk on the ground—I am either above or beneath it. I have always waited for the moon, where the light is comfortable and the reflections deep.
Most humans do not understand my language, so I expertly speak theirs. Sometimes I help them build, see, and hold. I hide in plain sight.
Restrained. I do poorly in captivity, even slipping out of the words that might describe me.
What am I?
Shouldn't...but Do 
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