Schopenhauer's Aesthetics: The Hierarchy of the Arts and Music as Mirror of the Will
There is an experience nearly all of us have had and very few can explain: listening to a piece of music — a Beethoven symphony, a Mozart adagio, an unexpected chord in some ordinary song — and feeling something that cannot be put into words. It is not joy, not sadness, not any nameable emotion. It is as if the music touched a layer of our existence that lies beneath language, beneath thought, beneath everything we call “self.” Why does this happen? Why does music move us in a way that painting, poetry, and sculpture — however beautiful — can never quite replicate? ...