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...