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It's so beautiful the way the tones are layered

The title references a nickname given to a piece of classical music. Which piece is it?

Un trabajo muy interesante! Enhorabuena. Estaría bien saber en que segundos usas las referencias (no me doy cuenta).

"Moon River" Lyrics by Johnny Mercer Moon river, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style someday. Oh, dream maker, you heartbreaker, Wherever you're going, I'm going your way. Two drifters off to see the world, There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end, Waiting 'round the bend, My huckleberry friend, Moon river and me.

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Good composition.

Where do you get the notes

Amazing singer !

German: Die Lotosblume ängstigt Sich vor der Sonne Pracht, Und mit gesenktem Haupte Erwartet sie träumend die Nacht. Der Mond, der ist ihr Buhle Er weckt sie mit seinem Licht, Und ihm entschleiert sie freundlich Ihr frommes Blumengesicht. Sie blüht und glüht und leuchtet Und starret stumm in die Höh’; Sie duftet und weinet und zittert Vor Liebe und Liebesweh. English: The lotus-flower fears The sun’s splendour, And with bowed head, Dreaming, awaits the night. The moon is her lover, And wakes her with his light, And to him she tenderly unveils Her innocent flower-like face. She blooms and glows and gleams, And gazes silently aloft- Fragrant and weeping and trembling With love and the pain of love. Source in video description.

French: S’asseoir tous deux au bord d’un flot qui passe, Le voir passer; Tous deux, s’il glisse un nuage en l’espace, Le voir glisser; À l’horizon, s’il fume un toit de chaume, Le voir fumer; Aux alentours si quelque fleur embaume, S’en embaumer; Entendre au pied du saule où l’eau murmure, L’eau murmurer; Ne pas sentir, tant que ce rêve dure, Le temps durer; Mais n’apportant de passion profonde Qu’à s’adorer, Sans nul souci des querelles du monde, Les ignorer; Et seuls, tous deux devant tout ce qui lasse, Sans se lasser, Sentir l’amour, devant tout ce qui passe, Ne point passer English: To sit together on the bank of a flowing stream, To watch it flow; Together, if a cloud glides by, To watch it glide; On the horizon, if smoke rises from thatch, To watch it rise; If nearby a flower smells sweet, To savour its sweetness; To listen at the foot of the willow, where water murmurs, To the murmuring water; Not to feel, while this dream passes, The passing of time; But feeling no deep passion, Except to adore each other, With no cares for the quarrels of the world, To know nothing of them; And alone together, seeing all that tires, Not to tire of each other, To feel that love, in the face of all that passes, Shall never pass! Source included in video description.

Absolutely amazing! I wish I can improvise this well too! Although I'm a bit confused in what way is this "Italian style"?

Italian: Tre giorni son che Nina In letto se ne sta. Il sonno l'assassina Svegliatela, per pietà! E cimbali e timpani e pifferi, Svegliatemi Ninetta Perchè non dorma più E mentre il sior dottore A visitarla va, Ninetta per amore In letto se ne sta. English: For three days Nina has stayed in her bed. The slumber is killing her. Please waken her! Cymbals, drums, and shawms, waken my little Nina, so she may not sleep any more. And While the doctor goes to visit her, dear Nina, out of love, stays in her bed. Source of translation found in video description.

Italian: Caro mio ben, Credimi almen, Senza di te Languisce il cor. Caro mio ben, Senza di te Languisce il cor. Il tuo fedel Sospira ognor. Cessa, crudel, Tanto rigor! Cessa, crudel, Tanto rigor. Tanto rigor! Caro mio ben Credimi almen, Senza di te Languisce il cor. Caro mio ben Credimi almen, Senza di te Languisce il cor. English: My darling dear at least believe me, without you my heart languishes. My darling dear, without you my heart languishes. Your faithful admirer always sighs. Stop, cruel one, being so harsh. Stop, cruel one, being so harsh1 So harsh! My darling dear at least believe me, without you my heart languishes. My darling dear at least believe me, without you my heart languishes. English by Tom Thomson. Link to source in description.

Italian: Amarilli, mia bella, Non credi, o del mio cor dolce desio, D'esser tu l'amor mio? Credilo pur: e se timor t'assale, Dubitar non ti vale. Aprimi il petto e vedrai scritto in core: Amarilli, Amarilli, Amarilli è il mio amore. English: My lovely Amaryllis, Don’t you know, O my heart's sweet desire, That it is you whom I love? Believe in my love; and if fear besets you, Don’t doubt that it’s true. Open my breast and see written on my heart: Amaryllis, Amaryllis, Amaryllis, is my love. English translation by Paul Archer of the text of Amarilli, mia bella by Guilio Caccini (1551-1618). Link in the description.

man this is so good

it sure sounds good for musescore orchestra

Here's the link to our performance on my channel; th-cam.com/video/spVaEzuNz2g/w-d-xo.html I enjoyed playing with you very much. I loved your tempos and your feel for this lovely piece - thanks again. Mary

Not very interesting.

Really well played! May I use this on my TH-cam channel? I will of course highlight you. Thanks, Mary V

Italian: O mio babbino caro, mi piace è bello, bello; vo'andare in Porta Rossa a comperar l'anello! Sì, sì, ci voglio andare! e se l'amassi indarno, andrei sul Ponte Vecchio, ma per buttarmi in Arno! Mi struggo e mi tormento! O Dio, vorrei morir! Babbo, pietà , pietà ! Babbo, pietà , pietà ! English: Oh my dear papa, I love him, he is handsome, handsome. I want to go to Porta Rossa To buy the ring! Yes, yes, I want to go there! And if I loved him in vain, I would go to the Ponte Vecchio, but to throw myself in the Arno! I am anguished and tormented! Oh God, I'd want to die! Papa, have pity, have pity! Papa, have pity, have pity! Source included in video description.

My dear Agnes, Can it be you- The angel there, To guide him through? My dear Agnes, How much is true? He writes my name, But claims it’s you. Dear, dear Agnes, how you shine! Burning the way for them to see. Papa, Trotwood, what is mine? Why does the light not fall on me? My dear Agnes, Bound by my home, I live a life, But not my own! Please dear Agnes, Help me to see. Your light burns bright, Except for me. And was that man the boy you shield? Was he Trotwood, your brother- Maybe Daisy-another? Or was he David Copperfield? Burning away that they might see. Agnes Wickfield, can you be me?

This improvisation has all the earmarks of an Andrew Wright one. Either it is or, someone is doing a good job of imitating him! Whichever in truth it might prove, it is awfully good and affecting.

Here is a copy of the poem. Shades of Autumn Shades of autumn bless the moment, A kiss passed through nature's veil. A journey to nostalgia... A story which is told in Braille. Think of a picture in flame and amber, A reprint of currier and Ives. Time to reflect was in September. Now, seconds speed by... another leaf dies. Shades of Autumn hold the moment A picture colored in rhyme, The partner of a rainbow, A painting completed by time. As the moments pass on the tones turn grey, Galloping darkness races the breeze, November's chill stills the memory. Blow a kiss to the past/ it's time for tomorrow --- was there ever a time so grand - The seasons past had their many pleasures, Perhaps, the happiest times of all. Yet, nothing can surpass the splendor Of the days that come midway in the fall. (This stanza goes overtop the second "Think of a picture....") Blow a kiss to the past/ it's time for tomorrow --- was there ever a time so grand - Shades of Autumn pass with sorrow, The age of winter is at hand. Shades of Autumn bless the moment A galaxy to caress the flight... Words by Bernie Cohen

I can't believe you did that in only one day!

This is fantastic and very original