Answer:
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
A building where people and stories are on stage
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
When I get closer my tail grows longer, but when I go away my tail leads the way.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
I can only be played on a windy day