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...