Answer:
What an fill a room but takes up no space?
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
You can read it both ways, I wear; One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?