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...