When I was at the local Greater Bridgeport Symphony's classical concert, "Home for the Holidays", I had this following reflection.
When a composer writes the notes for a composition, that serves as the bed linen for the piece and the lyrics are the covers that we tuck ourselves into. For the notes will survive without the words but when two are wedded together, there is much greater depth.
Feel free to comment on this relationship so I can form added dimensions to this newly formed thought. Thanks.