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...