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...