What am I? [Free Write]

Everyday I sit atop the table by the window. From sunrise to sunset. Each and everyday I get turned on. When they push my buttons I warm up. Fibers get to moving, things spark inside me and move all up and down the spectrum. Once they turn me on, they sit and watch, for hours upon hours. I love it. I'm on for hours upon hours. But by like 2am, they look at me and seem to have had enough and press my buttons. I die out. This is the part i hate, I sit alone in the dark for hours. Until someone decides to show me some attention. What am I?