Another poster, I think it was xvimbi, very rightly cautioned us about becoming too high and mighty concerning our music. Music and art are not exempt from the ordinary courtesies and manners of conversation. To take an example, my wife is supremely accomplished in knitting, tailoring, dress design, cookery and gardening. If I venture into the kitchen and ask what the spicy aroma is, if I query the extraordinary shape of a multiple cable stitch, if I ask what the peculiar plant growing outside the back door is, I do not expect a sarcastic and condescending response and indeed, I have never received one. In reciprocal fashion, if she, or anybody, makes a remark about the sound of my piano music I answer politely and factually.
It is this old fantasy of "Art" and "Music" with capital letters, somehow divorced from and above the real human world. The recent spate of posts about "non-musicians" sadly confirms that this outdated elitism is alive and well. To be able to express deepest thoughts in music or art is, or ought to be, the rightful possession of everybody, not the exclusive preserve of a few of us, immensely privileged by world standards, who take it upon ourselves to say our knowledge is the most precious variety.
When I was young I tended to do the same thing, fed by the traditional pompous load of historical nonsense about musicians. Working on the waterfront, in factories, in offices and seeing what people put up with in other parts of the world cured me of it in a big way. Choosing to create in music does not make me any more special than the person who creates in the garden, knows how to repair a car or does any one of a thousand things I know sweet Fanny Adams about.