When I listen to something like this, I picture me and my lady sitting in a quite, dark, secluded hideaway lounge somewhere. The room is lit only by the candles on the tables. You can't quite make out anyone else's faces, and they can't make out ours. We are all mutually alone, together.
Adrian is in the corner, playing the piano. We're sipping creme sherry, and gazing into each other's eyes.
Thats all.