The Boston Pops were on TV, performing the piece that opens 2001: A Space Odyssey. That’s what I call it, because I don’t know how to pronounce its real name. I happened to be walking through the room as my dad was watching the performance, and when they announced what piece they would play, I stopped to hear it. This was not the first time I had heard it, so I stood about ten feet from the television set — this was before stereo TV. The brass crept in — ba… ba… baaaaa… — a pause, then ba, baaa… The sound seemed to hang in the air, stretching the silence. And then — the timpani. BOOM . . BOOM. The drums thundered again, like the earth itself answering back. My eyes filled. 

I was somewhere between 17 and 19 then. I’ve always had an appreciation for music. I grew up listening to the classics, which also carried me into many movie scores — the Pink Panther theme (still one of my favorites) and, of course, musicals. As you can tell, this glimpse means a lot to me. I wasn’t in Symphony Hall; I was at home, more than 30 miles away. Yet because it was live, the music reached straight through the screen — immediate, overwhelming, as if I were there.

Why does music do this? Why does it move us in ways that words alone cannot?

Part of the answer lies in our very design. Neuroscientists at McGill University discovered that music triggers dopamine in the brain — the same chemical linked with joy, reward, even love and Salsa - the hot dip for your corn chips. The build-up of a melody, the release of a chord, the swell of drums — these moments light up the limbic system, the emotional core. That’s why a timpani roll can shake tears loose. It’s not just heard; it’s felt.

Interestingly, dopamine is also released in other paradoxical ways. Take spicy food: salsa or chili peppers create a burning pain on the palate, you feel it, yet that very sensation triggers dopamine and endorphins. We wince, but then we reach for another bite, because the same system ties pain and pleasure together. Music can work like that too. Some of our Kingdom melodies stir tears of grief as we remember brothers and sisters we’ve lost. Yet those same melodies remind us of Jehovah’s promise to bring them back — and that fills us with hope. Pain and joy meet in the same moment, and both are processed through the gift Jehovah designed.

Another part comes from timing. Studies show that live performance affects us more deeply than recordings. Even through a broadcast, the awareness that this was happening now heightened the impact. It wasn’t canned or stored away; it was unfolding in real time, and my heart responded to the immediacy.

Jehovah wove this response into us. From Miriam’s song after the Red Sea to David’s choirs in the temple, from the psalms that shaped Israel’s prayers to the command for Christians to sing with their hearts, music has always been more than decoration. It is a bridge between truth and joy, mind and emotion, words and awe. When we sing to Jehovah, the very mechanisms of bonding, memory, and reward he placed within us are activated to draw us closer to him.

That means when we read the songs recorded in Scripture, we shouldn’t just skim the words. Take the time to feel them. Let them stir your heart as they were meant to. And one day, when David and the other inspired poets return, perhaps we’ll hear their psalms performed as they first were — not only words on a page, but living music filling the air. And where does that leave us? With feeling — always feeling. Music stirs us to tears, to joy, to awe. Yet through it all, we are never touching it. Ironically, it remains untouchable, and still it touches us.

Music beyond worship has power too. Awake! once described it as “a gift from God” that can calm, stir, and lift the spirit. jw.org reminds us that music can brighten mood, forge unity, and even transport us back in memory. At the same time, it cautions that not all music leads in good directions — discernment is essential. Jehovah doesn’t hand us lists of forbidden songs; instead he invites us to train conscience, to notice what music is doing to our heart, and to keep it in its place.

All of this explains why music feels essential to life, and why it feels essential to worship. It is not only the sound of instruments or voices. It is the touch of a gift designed to reach what nothing else can.

At the end, the thought of one artist captures it best:

Moby once said: “It’s the one art form that technically doesn’t exist. You know, you can touch musical instruments. You can touch CDs or vinyl that contain the music, but you can never actually put your finger on music. It’s just air moving a little bit differently. All music is doing is providing some structure to these air molecules… If someone’s playing cello, it’s pushing the exact same air molecules against our ear, just in a different structured way. And there’s something odd, but really, really interesting and powerful about that.”

And yet, while we cannot touch it, it has no trouble touching us. When it does, it reminds us of its Source. It is Jehovah’s gift — meant to move us closer to him.

When you hear certain music, do you get goosebumps? Does a melody ever make you afraid to step into the water, or stir excitement for the ministry, or even make you long for the day when Jehovah’s promises are fulfilled and you hear what will truly be music to your ears? Music carries us into these feelings, even while remaining . . . untouchable.