Answer:
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sound but cannot be touched or seen.
I am the state when a person is holding a person inside
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.
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure a matter of course. I am given with pleasure when taken by force.
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.