In what way is music a language, if it cannot be translated to other languages? After all, every attempt to paraphrase music or our impressions from it seems to make its beauty and the uniqueness of its effect on us collapse and fall flat. Such is the case with poetry as well. A work of art is not paraphrasable, yet one constantly feels an urge to paraphrase it, to talk about it in order to enter a dialogue with it, and to convey one’s own impressions from it.
