I read an article today by Robert Krulwich about the first time he fell in love with a painting.  I love his description of what happened to him when he saw the painting, how he felt like he already knew the painting.    

Here's all I can think: that when we are born, we are born with a sort of mood in us, a mood that comes to us through our genes, that will be seasoned by experience, but deep down, it's already there, looking for company, for someone to share itself with, and when we happen on the right piece of music, the right person, or, in this case the right artist, then, with a muscle that is as deep as ourselves, with the force of someone grabbing for a life preserver, we attach.   --Robert Krulwich