Alone

I have books and music
I have tea and coffee if you like
I even have ashtrays and liquor

I have a telephone, a coat hanger and a doormat
I have paper and pens and I draw and I write
and I've got ears and eyes and hair that hangs over them,
I've got a heater and windows through which we can see that
inside it's nicer than outside,
because here we have language,
I listen and say:
here I am
I've got the words
but  it remains quiet in my room.