I also love music.
I had a vivid fascination with music from childhood, though my family has little to do with music. Nevertheless, I hummed and sang out loud from a very early age on and when I couldn't do that, I had music in my head. Often things I had heard elsewhere, some whole melodies, often only parts of melodies I had managed to pick up elsewhere. I also enjoyed random sounds a great deal Listening to real music didn't catch much of my interest though until I was about ten, because I couldn't actively sit and listen to even the nicest songs.
The thing that fascinated me most about music and still does so is that for me music isn't just for my ears. When I listen to music, it's like a tune that carries a massage, whether practical or emotional, in form of 'movement'. Nothing I experience with my sense, but I feel as if music is something that moves people like speech can do, a lot better than speech does, just that nobody I know seems to get what this music says. It can sooth, help figuring things out, it can be an example of how happy I am or it stands for a simple everyday routine.
Music was my own form of communication with myself mainly, when my own speech failed. Maybe that is a satisfying way to put it. Even today, music still carries a lot more meaning at once than I can express with words, no matter how brilliant people tell me that I can be with words, but I have trouble putting music into the context of my everyday life now and get frustrated about it.
Reminds me of that I wish I'd be brave enough to try and play the keyboard I have, I'm afraid it doesn't work out since I've never taken music lessons.
(Edited because I feel like a slow slug today, extremely slow in writing.)
I also got frustrated when I couldn't sing a melody like it was in my head. I still get frustrated with that even in singing lessons! Finally I'm not alone with this issue, it's so horribly annoying if tunes don't match.