The black child of a white father

Question: I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven.
I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.

What am I?

Question: What has a bed that you can't sleep in?

Question: What cannot be seen or felt, but can only be broken by voice?

Question: What tastes better than it smells?

Question: What goes in the water black and comes out red?

Question: What asks but never answers?