It's Called Classical or Symphonic or Orchestral. . . .

Words are clumsy things compared to music.  No contest.  The best poetry quickens the pulse or makes you gasp with sudden recognition, but there is always a barrier between the art and the feeling it evokes.  The words get in the way.

Music has no such barrier.  It sweeps you up and carries you away.  It leaves you limp.  It wears you out.  It enthralls you.  And while you are captured emotionally, helpless under its spell, you are at the same time struck by the underlying structures that you can feel on another level--even if you have little or no sense of what is sometimes called "serious" music.  Experiencing Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, the list is endless, is like being transported to a better place, emotionally and intellectually.

Take for example Pyotr Tchaikovsky's "Romeo and Juliet Overture Suite" (1880).  It is sheer magic, like the Shakespeare play it is based on.  But in Tchaikovsky's hands, you can feel the story of star-crossed lovers, the clash of warring families, the gorgeous melodic swelling of pure love.  And you also feel the sudden, shocking violence that bursts early and late before the music can find its painful ending.

But words fail.  The music speaks for itself.


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