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...