Music, Emotions and Other Complex Things

If someone ever asks to explain what music is to me, I won't be able to. Not in coherent terms anyway. Because in all honestly, I don't understand much about it. Not the chords my favorite musician is hitting and not the notes of that particular part of the song I've been listening to for a week on repeat, the part that fills my chest with something indescribably warm and pleasant. And maybe that's okay, maybe it is not a necessity to understand every little thing about it to be able to love it but I wonder if it's normal to lean so heavily on music for comfort, to look for some sort of escape and tranquility and liberation in it all at the same time and yet not know anything about it except for the way it makes me feel.