Over Night, On Night

Is it the middle yet?
Is either direction the same moon?
It feels as though I am here, at
Night; I find myself atop a
Couch, music playing:
Singing and the lyre pervade
The darkness, whistles and
Claps, inside a celebration
Sleep evades, but not without a
Smile. It's a heavy set, water and
A cracker, nighttime's having its
Day; rejoinders, distillations, wrapped
In a grape leaf