With The Push Of A Key

I  gently unlocked the door,
With the quiet turn of my key,
Not a sound could be heard,
No one around could I see.

Into the room I sat at the desk,
In the dim lit room all alone.
For a moment I thought of the quiet,
As though there were no one at home.

I turned on the computer,
As I slowly began to roam,
With these words I thought,
I may just write a new poem.

With the push of a key it came,
One word at a time to form each line,
I thought for a moment as they came,
The words flowed from within my mind.

Alone in the quiet, all by myself,
As These words I soon set free,
The words that have been locked away,
The words I type so carefree.