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...