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...