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...