Letters

Tap tap and click 

You will hear them say

Dop dip dip

Working all-day

His fingers on the keyboard

And eyes on the screen

The letters quickly typing

Of where all he has been 

I wonder to whom he writes

To a contest to a fresh start

Or to his won delight

Or to the lover of his heart

I wonder what all he writes

Is it metaphorical rhetorical 

Speaking secrets of the night

Something deep something magical 

Something he wants to hide?

Or maybe I just overthink 

Maybe it's his project

With the fear that I will destroy

My seeing it he objects

Don't know what it might be

But my curiosity is no better

Without leaving the matter to me

I find all but the tap of his letters