Heavy metal music

Awakened by a hairline crack in the quiet hearing a faint and distant pulse, closer and closer and closer it comes in rumbling and rhythm it grows. It's the night train, whose humming pistons pumping and purring dance in the darkness along with the whirrings of hundreds of wheels spinning off sounds, from the drag of the brake drums And bounce of the track joints to the wind song that rocks all the boxcars. Echoes away echoes away echoes away on the eerie notes of a whistle and seals the crack in the quiet.