Here is a little poem about my piano (which is called Eugene, by the way). Feel free to criticise. 
If the day's been hard and luck's been tough,
I'll walk right through that door.
I'll glide straight in and see you there:
Passionate and raw.
Perfection lined up all your keys,
In chromatic beauty, straight like teeth.
Love hath fashioned the strings, you see,
And the dampeners where they meet.
I lift the lid and take the seat,
Run my fingers along the wood.
Scan my music, check the pedal,
I know you'd smile, if you could.
I tease out those well-worn notes,
Melt into the frame.
The well-known sounds slip out your throat;
I need you all the more today.
The slice of light across the strings,
The fugue that's now too much to bear.
The cadenza and such other things,
The unvoiced threats at which I tear.