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...