Answer:
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet there is a style of music named after me.
This sparkling globe can float on water. It is light as a feather, but ten giants can't pick it up.
Sometimes you feel it weigh a ton. Yet it is nothing, but somehow still there. Makes you uncomfortable around anyone, But speak its name and it's gone.
It’s so fragile even just saying its name can break it. What is it?
I'm the start of eternity and the end of space. There are two of me in heaven and one in hell.
What gets broken if it’s not kept?