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...