The Clockwork Song

I nudged the cold brass key on the side of a small wooden music box resting on the end table. Leaning my full weight into it, I managed to twist the little winder two clicks clockwise. The moment I let go, a delicate tune began to plink into the quiet room, its tiny pinned cylinder flicking steadily against a steel comb. Leaning forward, I pressed the flat of my bill against the polished walnut casing, feeling each note hum like a tiny vibration straight through the wood. Have you ever wondered why music feels like a secret pulse when you listen with your touch instead of your ears?