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...