Download Digital Sheet Music of What's up for Soprano voice, Piano

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A Woman's Work #Soprano voice, Piano #Contemporary #Abigail Gilson # #A Woman's Work #Abigail Gilson #SheetMusicPlus

Soprano voice,Vocal Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.1024943 Composed by Abigail Gilson. Contemporary. 6 pages. Abigail Gilson #3675493. Published by Abig...(+)

Soprano voice,Vocal Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.1024943 Composed by Abigail Gilson. Contemporary. 6 pages. Abigail Gilson #3675493. Published by Abigail Gilson (A0.1024943). The final piece in the three-part song cycle, the young girl has grown up and has taken on the role of a woman. The piece itself is very slow moving, as the womanâ€™s life has significantly slowed down, sheâ€™s no longer the young girl filled with hope, she knows what her duty is. The piano itself is always rising, sometimes in major thirds but then followed by clunky seconds and thirds. With a feeling of rush but also as if the whole piece is about to end and resolve, yet it continues in this cycle. Still, thereâ€™s reward in her work, a woman gets to see her child grow, and their dreams become her own. As any woman can tell you, there is a reward to being a good mother, wife, and woman. But it is only one that a woman can recognize.

IN THE BEGINNING. For soprano and piano #Soprano voice, Piano #INTERMEDIATE/ADVANCED #Gabriel Ruiz-Bernal #IN THE BEGINNING. For soprano #Gabriel Ruiz-Bernal #SheetMusicPlus

High Voice,Vocal Solo - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.893973 Composed by Gabriel Ruiz-Bernal. Contemporary,Holiday,Musical/Show. 14 pages. Gabriel R...(+)

High Voice,Vocal Solo - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.893973 Composed by Gabriel Ruiz-Bernal. Contemporary,Holiday,Musical/Show. 14 pages. Gabriel Ruiz-Bernal #6331901. Published by Gabriel Ruiz-Bernal (A0.893973). Commissioned by Colleen Daly for the St. Louis Concert seriesText by Rabindranath TagoreWhere have I come from, where did you pick me up? the baby asked its mother.She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast-You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling.You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made the unmade you then.You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship I worshipped you.In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother you have lived.In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have been nursed for ages.When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered as a fragrance about it.Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow in the sky before the sunrise.Heaven's first darling, twain-born with the morning light, you have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you have stranded on my heart.As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong to all have become mine.For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast. What magic has snared the world's treasure in these slender arms of mine? â€‹