While I've no intention to 'hate', I am inclined to disagree with these oft-heard assertions that music would be 'the most beautiful art', 'the purest form of expression' or 'a universal language'. I would attribute the qualities you name to ALL of the arts, many of which have been part of human culture from the days we were still all nomadic hunter-gatherers. Aside from making music, people danced, told each other stories (a 'literary' tradition before the invention of the writing), enacted fictional scenarios ('theatre'), carved talismans and amulets, and made paintings on cave walls.
I am very fond of music; I listen to it often and it can elicit intense emotions in me. However, I am by no means a musician, not by profession/training, not as an amateur. I can't sing or play an instrument, and I won't pretend to understand musical notation. My primary mode of creative expression is in painting; my secondary is writing fiction. As a result, much as I enjoy listening to music, there will always be a distance between me and music, a lack of understanding which I can never cross. When I look at a painting, I can transport myself into the mind of the artist and attempt to re-trace the creative process far more easily.
If someone were to pierce both of my eardrums and drop me on an island void of human life, I'd not feel lost for not being able to perceive music, and would instead be perfectly content fashioning improvised paints out of natural resources and applying them to a suitable surface. If I were allowed to take some possessions with me, they would probably be an armful of paintings/drawings/sketches or an overview book of art history; I would be able to get over my inability to listen to recorded music. But poke out my eyes and you poke out my soul.
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