It's His Birthday

Pist turned 50 yesterday. It was a sunny morning for a crisp drive to Beaumont Antire. I was treated to a flawless performance of Chopin's etude in G# minor op.25 no.6.
I was also presented with a freshly cut gate key (hahahaha)
Pist was wearing a long silver ring.
What is that, I had asked.
Armor.
What happened to the rest of it, I asked.
Women.

I could hear my laughter echo through the Valley of Sighs.
It looks like this.