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.
A beacon from home to guide your way. It can be a lifesaver on a stormy day. What is it?
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
What has to be broken before it can be used?
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?