My wife & I have often discussed in the past if we had to lose one, which would we rather lose, sight or hearing? We always disagree, she would happily be deaf as long as she could see whereas I would definitely prefer it the other way. Or, to be more accurate, I would hate both but hate deafness more.
The reason for this is simple, I couldn't imagine a world without music. I spend much of my life listening to music, any genre except jazz which is a closed book to me, especially modern jazz - to me "lets see how many weird noises I can get out of this instrument" is not music!
Should I ever become famous to the extent I get the call to Desert Island Discs (Look there's a pig overhead!), I hate to think how I could whittle a list of hundreds down to eight. (And I wouldn't look forward to trying to explain why I wouldn't want the Bible or Shakespeare either but that's another story!) However, I wouldn't have any trouble choosing my favourite song of all time. Since I first heard it, somewhere over 30 years ago, after what must be hundreds if not thousands of listenings, it still manages to send shivers down my spine and have me raucously singing along, much to my family's chagrin.

It starts of very low key, just slightly plodding piano and voice, setting a scene of deep winter with a couple of poetic lines (the whole lyric is very poetic).
When winter came this year she found me well prepared for her
The flame well fed with pine, shuttered windows oakwood doors
But slowly, it builds to tell a tale of enchantment and wonder, the initial plodding piano joined by strings, guitars, drums. Until with the final climactic words,
When the midnight skies rise,
She flies---
the song breaks into a seemingly interminable, joyous coda.
I doubt if anyone (or hardly anyone) here knows it but I would urge anyone with an open musical mind to search it out. It's The Feast of Stephen written and sung by Mike Heron, one of my favourite songwriters. But the arrangement and much of the instrument playing is down to the Welsh genius that is John Cale. It truly is a thing of wonder.