Music and the Moses Effect.

Tonight I listened to a couple of short classical pieces which always had the power to move me – Holst’s Jupiter from The Planets suite, and Elgar’s Nimrod from The Enigma Variations. They reminded me again that music exhibits the most frustrating habit of drawing you out of the mundane, carrying you up the steepest hill, and then just as you get a glimpse of the Promised Land – whatever that might be – and are about to weep tears of joy at the prospect of entering it, the music stops.

For me, the following comes about the closest:

(although I have to offer the opinion that the person who commented 'Love this! Reminds me of Enya a little bit' is in urgent need of a lobotomy.)