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...