Answer:
What goes further the slower it goes?
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
Beautiful girls strut and sexy men 'do their little turn' on this.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?