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...