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...