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...