Language

Today something unusual happened. The dragon opened with a question for me, "What would you describe art as? be as specific as you can little one, and use whatever form of art you are most comfortable with." It is an interesting question, one that people have been trying to answer accurately, so I sat, and I thought, for a long while. After a fair pause the dragon looked at me and said "Take your time young one, wake me when you have a suitable answer." A couple hours later, after further deliberation, I cleared my throat to get its attention, and spoke this, "I shall speak for music, for it is what I feel most comfortable with and I feel it still applies to most art. It is a language, but not a language of facts, it is a language of feelings, of emotions. If speech is the language of the mind, then music is the language of the soul. But if this is true of most art, they why are some works universally understood and accepted, while others must be translated or altered before comprehension can occur?"