The opening lines made me think of the promise of something more, of infinity, that even when it is supposed to be nighttime, there is always more... a lingering by the moon, that "aftertaste" that holds different "notes" and images of this person. Perhaps in shadows. Just because day has concluded does not mean this romance has. I read this poem as a continuation, an ongoing song. A prelude to a bigger piece.

Love the thought that "oxygen sparkles" and the very intimate, almost tangible sound of the "piano keys in the ears".

Elegant, sensual and written with decadent notes of music... and love.