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...