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.
What has a big mouth, yet never speaks?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
What liquid can contain the soul?
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.