Your fingers find me in the night,I wait for small delight. A flick, a tap, a shove, instantly, I answer above. I don’t create, I just release or stop the flow and bring you peace. From guest to ghost I guard the door waiting for you once more.

I share a name with a famous singer, a legendary fantasy weapon and something certain invertebrates do. What am I?

I was once fixed now set free. No one can ever again try to swing me. But in another world they would say oui, you are bound to be absolutely crazy.

The first tells jokes, of which you might laugh, wonder, or rage The second can be taking paint from a wall, or clothes on a stage If you're lucky, you can still find me on a newspaper page

I speak to end, yet end to speak, I’m strongest when my truth is weak. I bind the wise, confuse the sane, I’m freedom’s lock and logic’s chain. I live in questions, die in proof What am I, that undoes truth??