Originally Posted by Fiddling Rothschild

It might also be a temperament thing. Paintings, for instance, to a large degree had very little effect on me and it takes a certain effort of concentration in order to arouse anything genuinely close to a feeling at immediate sight. And like you, perhaps paradoxically, I drew and painted for years during my adolescence in an almost robotic sense without actually displaying any of the works to anyone. I'm pretty sure psychologists have some explanation, perhaps brain and cognitive researchers with advanced brain mapping techniques have a more verifiable explanation which in any case I've yet to read.

Words tend to be the same - I pick and choose them quite often purely for their musical quality, and pictorial representation to this day, is a huge effort of brain straddle. But give me too much poetry, especially well written, old fashioned type with a meter, rhyme and rhythm and I risk indulgence in sentimental nostalgia or solipsistic melancholy. Over time, through sheer will and dogmatic perseverance, I can now picture and play long winded scenes in my head with a genuine feeling and without much tedium.

So my friend, I apologize for ducking your question as I don't know enough about it. But I hope it served as a pattern of sorts, with music gaining similar spontaneity with time and perseverance.