Late as usual, sorry. I am in love with your story, as much as I am still in love with VigBean. All is been said by the other comments, but I just wanted to add my favourite lines:

The sight danced at the back of his eyes—Sean’s throat, his head dropped backwards and his shoulders loose, fingers pressing against the white keys. His fingers splayed out starkly, his entire body bold splashes of colour on the black-and-white canvas of the piano. There was a cigarette lingering on his lips, its smoke softening the lines of Sean’s face. .