That may have been so, may in fact still be so. Music is constant, reliable, does not change its mind or look for others more worthy of its company. I can trust it to be there, to do for me what it has always done. It doesn't expect me to come up or down to its fantasies, it isn't disappointed when I am not what it imagined me to be. It's difficult, I think, to compete with that kind of constancy.
One could quibble. One could say a piece of music will not keep you warm at night, will not listen to you, will not sense when you need it (or will it??). It will ignore you, always. What does this say about me?
So now I'm laughing. I think I can be the worst kind of romantic at times.