Ah, that shows you the power of music, that magician of magician, who lifts his wand and says his mysterious word and all things real pass away and the phantoms of your mind walk before you clothed in flesh.

Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle.

What can we say beyond Wow, in the presence of glorious art, in music so magnificent that it can't have originated solely on this side of things? Wonder takes our breath away, and makes room for new breath.

The magic of music is so strong, getting stronger, it should break any shackle of another art.

500,000 halos outshined the mud and history. We washed and drank in God's tears of joy,
And for once…and for everyone…the truth was not a mystery.
Love called to all…music is magic.
As we passed over and beyond the walls of Nay,
Hand in hand as we lived and made real the dreams of peaceful men — We came together…danced with the pearls of rainy weather,
Riding the waves of music and space…music is magic…magic is life…
Love as never loved before…
Harmony to son and daughter…man and wife…

Music is the strongest form of magic.

"Music has a powerful effect on everybody: Children, adults, animals, plants, everything. It’s, I think, one of the abstract miracles and phenomena," said Quincy Jones.

At about the age of six or seven, I realized that of all the invisible powers the one I was destined to be most strongly affected and dominated by was music. From that moment on I had a world of my own, a sanctuary and a heaven that no one could take away from me. Oh, music! A melody occurs to you; you sing it silently, inwardly only; you steep your being in it;it takes possession of all your strength and emotions, and during the time it lives in you, it effaces all that is fortuitous, evil, coarse and sad in you; it brings the world into harmony with you, it makes burdens light and gives wings to to depressed spirits.

But music, don't you know, is a dream from which the veils have been lifted. It's not even the expression of a feeling, it's the feeling itself

The most beautiful thing about music is that it transcends most anything.

“It always seemed to me they’re sort of alike,” he said, “magic and music. Spells and tunes. For one thing, you have to get them just exactly right.”

Einstein said that "the most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious." So why do so many of us try to explain the beauty of music, thus depriving it of its mystery?

This morning the music of a brass band which had stopped under my windows moved me almost to tears. It exercised an indefinable, nostalgic power over me; it set me dreaming of another world, of infinite passion and supreme happiness. Such impressions are the echoes of Paradise in the soul; memories of ideal spheres whose sad sweetness ravishes and intoxicates the heart. O Plato! O Pythagoras! ages ago you heard these harmonies, surprised these moments of inward ecstasy, — knew these divine transports! If music thus carries us to heaven, it is because music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.

Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.