Answer:
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
A building where people and stories are on stage
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
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?