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...