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...