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...