A FEW SOUNDS               
                                   
                                    
                                          
 A FAINT  FLUTTER  OF THE  PAPER TAPED ON 
         THE VENTS, SOLARIS-STYLE         
                                          
                                       
                                          
 THE  GLEEP  OF THE HARD DRIVE WHEN YOU 
 PULL  THE  POWER PLUG  DURING  FULL LOAD 
                                          
                                      
                                          
 THE LOUD  POP WHEN YOU PRESS  THE  POWER 
 OFF  TO  THE HAMMOND,  RAN  THROUGH  THE 
   SPRING REVERB TOGETHER WITH EVERYTHIG  
                   ELSE                   
                                          
                                        
                                          
 THE  WIND,  RUNNING THROUGH A  GROVE  OF 
                 BIRCHS...                
                                          
                                       
                                          
        WAVES HITTING THE SHORE...        
                                          
                                        
                                          
             BLACKBIRD SONG...            
                                          
                                         
                                          
                 A SIGH...