Music lives in the heart of every person from birth. It comes with the mother's milk in the form of a lullaby or nursery rhyme, accompanies a person all his life, goes with him and remains forever in the memory of those who have ever touched it.
For me, the orchestra rehearsals that I watched as a child were a revelation. The conductor waved his baton, turned around, explained something to the musicians, and the melody flowed differently, and I absorbed it, enjoyed it, laughed or silently cried.

The "holy love for music" manifests itself in a moment of sadness and joy, in moments of revelry or heartbreak. Music makes my life complete. I need it as a little oasis of inspiration.
Love and music are two miracles in our lives. Probably, nothing causes such strong emotions in us as true love and good music.

For some, Love has become the music of the heart and soul, for others, music has become true love. I think that those and other people have found a lot for themselves, in our difficult life.