Tell me, young one

Speak, little one.
Whisper to the night.
Silent thunder,
resides in your eyes.
Strong as the mountain,
and soft as the sky.
Tell me, young one.
Why do you cry?
Do the sounds of the eve,
frighten your heart?
Do you see the demons,
that hide in all art?
Do ghosts still haunt?
Are there phantoms in your dreams?
Speak to me, child.
Is all that it seems?