Analysis of Radio signals atop a lonesome moon

I sit and wonder
Do these moon rocks
 dream?

There really is a 
Color out here that people
On earth can't quite
see

A quiet magic
Here that soothes,
Yet makes one feel
So alone

The sky is filled 
With music
The color
Of the universe 

Every night I 
Listen to interference,
At times, a rogue frequency 
Will play by-
Though, mainly just
Interference

Oh I've been here
For ages past, sometimes 
I think I've been forgotten...

Though,
In the back of my
Mind I know they haven't;
Just awaiting the right 
Time to come get me

Until then,
I sit atop this lonely 
Rock in the stars
Waiting, listening for
Radio signals atop
A lonesome moon