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...