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...