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...