Lonely Sound

There is a sound
I cannot expound
That brings me such pleasure
Truly it is beyond measure

The only sound in the silent night
It moans but you don’t know when it might
Its entrance is soothing
And builds to a crescendo that is so moving

The note ends strong
Don’t worry; nothing is wrong
It’s simply traveling on
It’ll be back but for now it’s gone.

This sound with a lingering dismissal
That I so adore
Is a train whistle
Nothing more