I'm soft without being liquid, light without being bright. I gather in corners and cling to your sweater. Clouds are compared to me, and I'm left after dandelions take flight.

I’m a curtain that opens and shuts without a sound, watching over the windows where the soul is found.

Some kill some roll some give power some are musical They're everywhere

While the wind winds, From a tree I'm collected. One staves off the idea of going bigger, by arcane scholars I'm rarely neglected. The charlatan's is black and capped with white, tap tap Alakazam! Take the eyes of the third and fourth words, Make them A, you'll know what I am.

Without my first, I am everything. Add an -e and I become a sentient electronic thing. My last two are twins, sure as can be, and to hold your roof, you need at least three of me.