Object Lesson

This room is filled with objects
Many more than I need
All of them inanimate
Or so it's been decreed

Longing for my fingers
Piano sits untouched
Hoping that I will deign
To disturb the lingering dust

My heart is tempestuous
The Walls wail their indignation
As I button my Coat of Discontent
And pray for inspiration

I turn my head and plead
To demigod - Clock of Hours
While Vase waits patiently
For moist, fragrant flowers

But Computer Screen implores:
"Please write for us a poem
So others of your kind will know
That they are not alone"