CHOPIN RD( Raindog) Armstrong What I remember most Is this feeling of Holiday Knowing that It would end And the drudgery of The world would Soon return So I savored the Moments as best I could Knowing that I was Somewhat handicapped By my lack of sophistication In certain realms We labored Loved and Lived within the walls Of our respective hearts Citadels really and I do miss you Miss your playing the piano most So delicate and alive A common thing for you For me The sweetest pleasure Like a ray of light in the murkiest catacomb or A soft hand caressing my grizzled cheek My God It was a sound that touched me The clod As deeply as possible Making me want to climb Mountains in your name To worship you by Loving you in the sweetest way To lay at your feet The sum total of my wealth Your laughter Your kisses Your Chopin This is what I miss