Answer:
I can only be played on a windy day
Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
rub me and a genie might appear
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen. What am I?
What is lighter than what it is made of?