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...