why I continue my love affair with Shakespeare

Perhaps this is the best way to summate how I feel about music. Period.
(I find it even more brilliant that it was penned at least 400 years ago.)

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O! it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.

(from Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, which is, by happenstance, my favorite Shakespearean play.)