Answer:
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.