Vocal extremities B-A

so this one'll be pretty short. woke up this morning and my voice felt a lot lower than it normally does when i wake up, so i got to my piano and it turns out that i could audibly bit a low B. so after lots of singing with dubs, i'm walking around playing my guitar and i star playing You and I Both and singing a long. i decide to try and belt the highest note in the song and i do it without a break or anything... it was an A above mid C. that is all for today....
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I'm gonna give you two poems today because i found an awesome one and still want to find one that applies to me right now: so here's the awesome one
YOUNG SIMBA (LION) by Mdari Mtuweta Jacob

When the scattered dust settles
And the wind stands still
When the birds stop singing
And take up positions on the trees
When the chirping insects hush
And move to safer grounds
when hunters tuck-in their arrows
And race towards the sound of the mighty roar
When bovines stop eating and observe from a distance
As they ruminate over the situation
when the bees take a break and peep from their hives
and the nocturnal creatures are seen
creeping from their sleeping dens
in broad day light
fixing their gaze towards the might roar
when all other echoes stop calling
and the only echo calling is that of a mighty roar
Then,
A challenge has just been made
A young male lion has just roared
And a king, an old guard
has been challenged
Young simba wants the king’s
Pride, territory and honor
In short,
Young simba wants the lion’s share
He wants supremacy over the savannah
All are aware
A call to war
Is one that can’t be turned down?
A duel is inevitable
A duel is imminent
And as the plains come to a stand
All eyes are focused on the two fighters
Who are keying up for a combat
A combat
That is more often than not ended by death
So they all gather to witness
What is it going to be?
Crowing of a new king
Or,
Confirmation of supremacy by an old guard
Winner takes it all
The fight is on
They circle each other
Sizing each other up
And leap towards each other simultaneously
They meet in the air
And clash
With claws and canines on the offensive
They claw, they bite, they roll
They flatten the grass
Crush the shrubs and flowers
And cause the earth to tremble
Further away,
Spectators move from the fighters
As blood starts dripping
Bones get crushed
Mane ripped out
And flesh is shredded
“So, the lion too bleeds” a shocked rabbit asks
“I wonder how its flesh taste?” the hyena wonders
“ Very nice, very tasty,
Once I killed and ate a male lion” the silver- backed jackal lies
The battle heats up
they look ferocious and terribly frightening
‘awesome’ the tortoise softly whispers
‘indeed’ the hedgehog answers back
little surprise they are called
lords of the jungle
the monkeys cheer young simba
the foxes wait to see who is winning,
so they can cheer him
the baboons are loyal to their king
and wonder if they can help him
and for the lioness and their cubs
they can only watch and wait

young simba is losing
he breaks-off limping and running
and this disappoints the vultures circling above
and the hyenas too
they’d hoped the combat would end with the
death of at least one of the fighters
how they had whetted their appetites
for a rare delicacy
how they had looked forward
to feasting on the remains of royalty
young simba flees
but they all know
they haven’t seen the last of him
the old guard has triumphed,
but narrowly
his experience has saved him.... today
young simba was stronger but impetuous
he wanted to make short work of the king
he failed got wounded and wiser
soon a call to battle will be echoed again
and once again everything will stand still
to witness a duel
and may be, just may be
a new king will be crowned
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
and if you stuck through that here is the one that applies to me right now:
this is Why? by Kevin Berdine
Why?

Why do we listen,
when we know the song will end?
Why do we cherish,
when we know that love will abandon us?
Why do we nurture those
that are bound to leave the nest?
Why do we thrive,
only to fade back into the Earth?
Why are you there?
Why am I here?

Why does spring bring a beauty
that will be smothered by the cold?
Why am I lonely in a room full of people?
Why is there pain?
Why am I here?

Does my presence here really matter?
Will my absence?
Do my breaths steal air
from the lungs of others?

As I search for the answers,
I only find more to question.
Why do we live?
Why am I here?

Why?