I think music moves us like nothing else. Sad Gaelic tunes especially have that ability. When I hear the pipes or whistle play a mournful tune, it touches like nothing else. "Reel Around the Sun" by Maire Breatnach on the original River Dance will make you cry. Or "Caoineadh Cu Chulainn" form the same cd. Man!

here this:

William Congreve, in The mourning bride, 1697:

Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast,
To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.
I've read, that things inanimate have mov'd,
And, as with living Souls, have been inform'd,
By Magick Numbers and persuasive Sound.
What then am I? Am I more senseless grown
Than Trees, or Flint? O force of constant Woe!
'Tis not in Harmony to calm my Griefs.
Anselmo sleeps, and is at Peace; last Night
The silent Tomb receiv'd the good Old King;
He and his Sorrows now are safely lodg'd
Within its cold, but hospitable Bosom.
Why am not I at Peace?