Quiet hands — I don’t reach twice
One move made — that’s precise
No raised voice — I don’t advertise
When it lands, it lands right

Quiet hands — I don’t chase noise
No fast talk — I deploy
Low tone cut through the void
When it lands, it lands — point

Keys hit soft but the weight heavy
No loose aim when the line steady
You swing wide — I step ready
No wasted breath — I keep it measured

Small room, big shift
Short fuse, quick lift
No long speech — just crisp
Edge clean when I grip

Pause…
Let it sit in the silence

You rush heat for the optics
I stay cool — that’s the logic
One change bends the topic
No spin — microscopic

No warning light
No second try
If I decide
It’s locked inside

Quiet hands — I don’t reach twice
One move made — that’s precise
No raised voice — I don’t advertise
When it lands, it lands right

Quiet hands — I don’t chase noise
No fast talk — I deploy
Low tone cut through the void
When it lands, it lands — point

Palm flat — table still
No flex talk — stable will
You perform — I fulfill
One draft — that’s the deal

Step slow — floor don’t creak
You shout loud — I don’t speak
No long run — short technique
No repeat when I peak

Breath short — then release
Dead center — not least
If it moves — it’s me
If it shifts — I’m the crease

No rush in it
No crush in it
Just pressure held
Then done with it

(quiet… quiet…)

Quiet hands — I don’t reach twice
One move made — that’s precise
No raised voice — I don’t advertise
When it lands, it lands right

Quiet hands — I don’t chase noise
No fast talk — I deploy
Low tone cut through the void
When it lands, it lands — point

One move.
Finished.