Music speaks to me

I was reading a blog that I like to frequent and something I read shocked me: the author, though he is sagely and inspiring, wrote that music does not speak to him. This baffles me to the point where I can't begin to imagine what it must be like. Music doesnt speak? What is it for? One of the very few things that comforts me now is music. It's strange to think that It's possible that music wouldnt make me feel alive again, bring that ache out of my chest and through my lips, make me feel so much worse and realize I will feel so much better. I dont know what I would do if I didnt have music. Music speaks to me every day. It says

"Being your half-boyfriend was only half bad"

"This too shall pass"

"You can't break that which isn't yours"

"I'm the hero of this story, don't need to be saved"

"We set the wrong course, and headed due north. That's where we went wrong."

"All you need is love"

"Oh please just let me breakdown"

"Be kind to me, or treat me mean. I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine"