I love the intricacy of the clocks. I love the brass fittings, the old glass, the differently sized gears, and the precisely calibrated, finely polished pieces of machinery that allow you to accurately account for time if you just keep the clock wound properly. I imagine the clockmaker and watchmaker sitting at a cluttered desk, wearing some kind of magnifying glasses, scrupulously putting the pieces together and carefully tightening the screws.
Whenever I see an old clock, I think of baroque music. The intricacy and precision of Bach and Boccherini and Albinoni seem well suited to provide the soundtrack for clockwork.