I listen to, play, and sing music every day.
Mom was a piano teacher who died just three months before her 100th birthday. Her mind was as sharp as a tack until about two weeks before she died. She was slowly shutting down. She was church pianist and played for service a month before she died.
Music is the best medicine. Add laughter ... winning!
My mother was French and had a good voice and projection for someone who was barely 5 ft. tall. She was in Paris to see Edith Piaf. She was in the audience singing along with Piaf, and Piaf heard her and invited her onto the stage. My mother was a bit shy, but my father who was her fiance at the time, coaxed her onto the stage. They did one song together, I don’t know which one and Edith Piaf gave mom a hug at the end. This was a very big deal back then.