Sensory writing: Hearing

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With a hasty crank of a rusty lever, something began to spin. Another crank and from the faint twirl of the object vibrated the slow, solemn notes of an accordion. It sounded old and tuned low as each drawn out tune flowed into the next. On its narrow foundation, it revolved energetically as brisk air vibrated through the hollow shell. The sound began to dwindle in the air on every faltering note until finally, it faded away entirely. Now all that was to be heard was the clanking and racketing of the device spinning off kilter. Like a blender full of ice, it clacked wildly like something was loose inside its hollow tin shell. It continued on like this until it nearly became a somber form of music as well. Then the clatter slowed and rolled on, ceasing as well. Still the sounds echoed across the distant wall of the room as if a dismal accordion player harped out his final notes in a desolate cave then cast his instrument into the rocks. The echoes, finally exiting the mouth of the cave, ceased. Long after the reverberation and clattering had died away, the empty imitations of them faded into nothing.