"Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again (III.ii.130–138) Shakespeare, The Tempest

• the melancholy echo of a guitar sliding on reverb
• soft sighs of traffic
• the grainy sound of gravel
• blur/smudginess of buskers at night, the hum of restaurants, a laugh full of chimes
• lawn mowers on a Saturday morning
• sounds of steps (damp/unsure/airy) in a cathedral
• the tentative 'thump' of a pedal on a piano shifting
• river murmurs
• a tree with her mouth full of cicadas