[Intro] (upright bass solo, walking slow, no piano) (piano enters with right hand improvised melody, left hand sparse chords) [Verse 1] (voice low, entering over bass and piano) I compressed the weight of what you left Rotated it until it fit The overhead came down by half But the meaning didn't quit [Verse 2] (space between lines, piano improvises between vocal phrases) Someone somewhere found a smaller form I'm here holding what remains Not lighter than before inside Just smaller in the frame [Chorus] (soft but clear, grounded warmth) TurboQuant That's the method Still holding what it held Still running lean TurboQuant Nothing lost in theory Just the weight and the silence Still fitting through [Verse 3] (voice near speaking, piano answers each line) The rotation came… and held the shape A compression on the curve… a smaller space I let the method… shrink how it shrinks Not every weight… is less than it thinks [Outro] (almost silent, piano fades to single notes) Still fitting now… soft and plain Same compressed keeping… again and again Let the rotation settle… let the quant start Still holding quietly… still.
