Painting by Kendra Mitchell
When music affects us to tears, seemingly causeless, we weep not, as Gravina supposes, from "excess of pleasure"; but through excess of an impatient, petulant sorrow that, as mere mortals, we are as yet in no condition to banquet upon those supernal ecstasies of which the music affords us merely a suggestive and indefinite glimpse. –Edgar Allan Poe