Answer:
I can only be played on a windy day
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
First I may be your servant's name. Then your desires I may proclaim. When your mortal life is over, I hold all your wealth within my power. What am I?
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute, for my face is yellow, my hair is white and my body is green. What am I?
I move without wings between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?