The Universal Language

I was once listening to a song, the vocalist was a woman, and she sang her song in her native foreign tongue. I didn't understand a single word that she sang, yet I was moved to tears, I felt her pain. Once I was listening to a symphonic classical orchestration, it may have been Beethoven, it may have been Brahms. It was all instrumental, not one word was sang, yet I found myself moved to tears once again, without a single word sang suggesting anything, proving to me that music is a universal language, whether it is sang or instrumentally performed. Music can truly touch anyone in its many varied forms, ..or maybe this is just a symptom of my chronic depression.