The soprano has all those other instruments in it. It's got the soprano song voice, flute, violin, clarinet, and tenor elements and can even approach the baritone in intensity.
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The Perfect Song
If I wrote the perfect song,
Its notes and how the cords
Ought to be played-
The song would be one to
Describe our love's journey
All our highs, lows, ups, downs,
Laughs- our cries—
Its melody would be tailored by
Orchestral instruments;
A shed of electric guitars and drums,
Its beat, our heartbeat- beating as one,
Choir of two, we would sing this song
Lost in ourselves; alto, baritone, bass,
Soprano, tenor- oh! The jollity,
Singing our past, singing our present
And our future- the now
We would sing with our heart and voice
The perfect song would never end.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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You got to play the flute as a flute, like that. You can't play like a tenor concept on soprano; it sounds wrong. But some guys do it, and they think it's O.K., but not so!
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My Philharmonic Orchestra and the Soliloquy
I play the miraculous Cello and the Tambourine too.
And my beloved plays rest of the instruments on & off!
And also she does Soprano.
In our hard times when hunger invades the band
She sings in her high pitch
And my fiddle gives the saddest tune of the Life
In its base rhythm of the Violin family!
Though it's bitter and melancholy
We play ourselves and listen together
As the Audience left the Theater earlier.
*To Peter llych Tchaikovsky for his Waltz from Eugene Onegin!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The saxophone is an imperfect instrument, especially the tenor and soprano, as far as intonation goes. The challenge is to sing on an imperfect instrument that is outside of your body.
Sentimentality
Let us play music, any rhythm at hand.
Orchestral, some Jazz and a Rock'n'Roll Band.
Divas a-singing, their high notes so fine,
Love song and ballad... a poetical line.
Let there be romance with no sad goodbyes.
Just moonlight and roses and summertime skies.
Rich tenor and baritone, a sweet violin.
Sentimentality... 'Begin the Beguine'.
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Aspens
A sweet high treble threads its silvery song,
Voice of the restless aspen, fine and thin
It trills its pure soprano, light and long-
Like the vibretto of a mandolin.
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Kyrie, mass in c. k 427, Mozart
Papa is dead.
He is following mama.
His coffin is white
And shiny
Very much like
That of mama
In kyrie
The soprano
Sings for papa
In the church
For his last
Day today.
All seems to be white.
Pure, o they were
Purely in love
When they were
Alive, they always
Quarrel, papa kicks
Mama and mama
Bites him in return
They seem not to
Endure each other’s
Presence and each
Would want to
Kill each other.
Mama died first
And papa takes
Her picture and
Keeps it in his
Pocket and he
(mind you)
cries all night
papa loved mama
mama loved papa
after all.
Listen to the song
Of kyrie
Amadeus Mozart
A hymn for the
Dead who cannot endure
Each other when
They were once alive.
Until now, it is something
That I cannot understand.
I listen to kyrie
The soprano taking us to the tip of the mountain
Her human voice
Topping my puzzlement of it all
Why in death, why after death,
We realize the person that we miss
When he is gone, we say we love him most.
Papa loved mama after all
We loved papa after all.
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We decided to do some of Merle's things with modern instrumentation. We used a flute, a bass clarinet, a trumpet, a clarinet, drums, a guitar, vibes and a piano.
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Shortly after this I was made a member of the boys' choir, it being found that I possessed a clear, strong soprano voice. I enjoyed the singing very much.
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Our Favourite Tune
She:
Your smiles affect the way I feel beloved
Quite simply, and hush-hush, I tend to swoon.
A slight irregularity of my heartbeat
As we dance in Central Park beneath the moon.
He:
As a token of our love we'll dance forever
We will join in Elmer's song, swinging together.
The audience we'll surprise ~ even mesmerize
As we follow on with dancing steps so clever.
She:
Your glance affects my very soul beloved
I have found the ecstasy~ the kiss of June
Your birthday's very near, I'll write a poem
to fit the pretty notes of Elmer's tune.
He:
Pretty girlies, the birdies with song ever sweet
The soprano, the tenor with musical beat
Teenage lovers, and mothers, the choirs of June
................All play Elmer's Tune...............
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Then when I was in grammar school I played the clarinet, and then, after clarinet I played the flute in college orchestra - besides singing in the college chorus and things like that.
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I Heard You, Solemn-sweep Pipes Of The Organ
I HEARD you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I
pass'd the church;
Winds of autumn!--as I walk'd the woods at dusk, I heard your long-
stretch'd sighs, up above, so mournful;
I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera--I heard the
soprano in the midst of the quartet singing;
... Heart of my love!--you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of
the wrists around my head;
Heard the pulse of you, when all was still, ringing little bells last
night under my ear.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Chasing The Sounds Of A Remembered Flute
Chasing the sounds of a remembered flute,
And not choosing a route from where to begin...
Can be unsettling for the one undecided,
If it was a piccolo used with an octave higher.
Or if the flute thought heard,
Was not in fact,
A clarinet?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~ G-sharp Soprano ~
~ G-SHARP SOPRANO ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
18 February 2010
Two World Wars
Manhattan Project
Third Reich’s gas chamber
Pearl Harbor
Little Boy Fat Man
Mushroom clouding
Hiroshima Nagasaki
What / Who is wrong / right?
Fall of communism
Split of Soviet Union
Eastern Europe
Firing squared lotteried
For Ceausescu
Stalin’s, Tiananmen Square
Brutal massacre
What / Who is wrong / right?
Nine eleven
Eleven twenty-six
Iraq Vietnam
Carpet and cluster bombing
Peace robbing
What / Who is wrong / right?
Wall Street crash
Global recession warming
Curry bashing by Aussies
Crash Copenhagen summit
What / Who is wrong / right?
Feisty affair of
Queen Victoria-Munshi
Homosexuality of
Shakespeare Elton John
Lesbianist Navratilova
Extramaritalist Clinton Woods
What / Who is wrong / right?
Experimentation
Democracy Autocracy
Socialism Communism
Fundamentalism Monarchism
Anarchism Nudism
Consumerism Libertinism
Trial and error
Acceptance Rejection
Titration from
Below and above seven
To attain
Magic Neutrality Seven.
To find answer
Many contemplative nights
Poets are insomniac.
One night Ms Nivedita
Heard G-Sharp Soprano,
‘Its not confrontation
Between right and wrong
But e’er between
Two Rights’
G-Sharp Soprano
Wise BBC* released Niv from
Smothering contraception
To gravid gumption.
.
Niv gulped Valium five
Sleeping in quest of
Neutrality Perfect pH 7
Unlike every night.
Courtesy: G-Sharp Soprano.
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*BBC = BedBugConcord
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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I love to sing. I'm a soprano.
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I really wanted to be an opera soprano.
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A Melody In Eternity 4.29.2009
Without a new book to hold my mind and
focus my thoughts, I’m at a loose end to-
night; started singing my favourite songs
in intervals of thirds or sixes; delighted by
the vibration felt right through my being
I sometimes cry over the loss of song in
my life; I never dissolve into a song any-
more; still cherishing the melodies that
used to drive me to tears when I was
small – I SHALL become a song
A melody playing in eternity, my song shall
include all the notes from high soprano to
low bass, I shall feel the joy reverberate
through all of me until the only thing left
is the song - nothing else
Holds the same enchantment; to become
my favourite song, crying with the notes
of the sweetest melody, is my
favourite fantasy....
poem by Margaret Alice
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Nobody was playing the soprano saxophone and certainly nobody was trying to do anything with it. So I was all alone. I didn't know that at first.
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Upon Your Request
it is
upon your persistent request
that they all learned to
speak to you
the floor of course keeps its
deep voice
like the voice of the cave
and the well
and the windows have mastered
the songs of the soprano
aided by the wind
the ceiling keeps the alto
tickled by the spider and the
lizards
but the door keeps itself
mum
treasures its silence
closed
with hinges that never budged
that keeps the impossibility
of this harmony
as others sing that single door
shows its protest
you kicked it once
on a Sunday.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In A Vision Once (Cavatina Sequence)
In a vision once I saw a pretty damsel
as she did sing
with the purest mezzo-soprano voice
before the King,
while a multitude of holy angels
were listening
and there was divine magic in the air,
selfless love and tenderness in God's stare;
in utter holy dread, the living and dead
had been changed,
were in accompaniment rejoicing;
voices rearranged
they sang the song of Moses and the Lamb,
great and estranged,
that moment did feel as of the purest bliss,
nothing I had experienced as this.
poem by Gert Strydom
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