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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344730" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Choir Rehearsal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(This poem was inspired by the choir rehearsals I attend with Voicelab, based at the Royal Festival Hall in London.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day that I joined the choir, <br>I satisfied my singing desire.<br>Music is such a magical gift.<br>My sleepy soul, it awakes and lifts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s heaven to listen to the four voice parts, <br>Singing together with all their hearts.<br>The four tunes all twist and entwine, <br>Sending shivers of excitement down my spine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They come together and are heard as one.<br>It sounds beautiful and I’m totally stunned.<br>It’s wonderful being part of it all.<br>I really am having a magical ball.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I leave home sometimes, I may feel down, <br>But when I get to rehearsals, it soon lifts my frown.<br>My face feels as though it’s always ready to smile<br>And I am enjoying myself all of the while.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our vocal coach keeps the mood light, <br>But, of her aims, she doesn’t lose sight.<br>She sings a short phrase and we sing it back<br>We repeat it a few times until we’ve got the knack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If we go wrong, we hear an operatic ‘Stop! ’<br>And the volume of singing suddenly drops.<br>She will go over a phrase until it is just so, <br>Then, and only then, onwards she’ll go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A single finger placed in front of her shushing lips, <br>Indicates for us to sing softer, so our volume dips.<br>Seeing her drawing her hands slowly apart, we know, <br>Indicates that she wants the sound to rise and grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not everyone in the choir can read music, so<br>Her hands indicate whether to sing high or low.<br>During rehearsals, we’re given much praise, <br>To motivate us for our performance days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she’s pleased, we’re rewarded with a smile, <br>Making it seem all the more worthwhile. <br>When it’s all over and I board my train, <br>Traces of a smile, on my face, still remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I reach home, I’m still on a high, <br>And it’s hard to wind down and shut my eyes.<br>Eventually, over me, tiredness creeps, <br>And, feeling content, I drift off to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q>
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The day that I joined the choir, 
I satisfied my singing desire.
Music is such a magical gift.
My sleepy soul, it awakes and lif..."></div>
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