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...